“Morning Celebration,” Friend, Feb. 1992, 22
How perfect to lie all snug in bed,
With covers to my nose,
Blankets warmly tucked about me
Down to my pointed toes!
Outside, the snow pours swiftly down
And swirls against the pane.
It slides across the frozen pond
And shrouds our tree-lined lane.
A sniff of toast tugs at my nose,
Yet, tucked abed I stay
Because the radio just announced,
“All schools are closed today.”