We don’t get snow
Not for Christmas, not for New Year’s.
It’s a guest we fail to invite
Though we grow the proper trees
To such proportions
They dwarf the tallest houses,
Hiding shopping malls and skyscrapers from sight.
We don’t lure snow with chill temperatures or beguile it with brisk breezes.
The welcome mat of frozen ground is rarely offered,
And thus it neglects us,
Gracing other lands but leaving us green
And wet
Enduring a blizzard of raindrops.
So we meet and spread forth cheer and holiday greetings,
But something is missing.
There is little break in the weather,
Little change to this patch of land called home.
Increasing darkness and shorter days,
Then longer days,
Sunshine dodging the clouds,
A ray or two amidst the damp.
But no light flakes of drifting sunlight,
No jewels of water drifting on the whim of the wind.
Copyright 2014 Andrea Lundgren Photo by pippalou, Creative Commons
