snow poem–snowem

by second year Ava Gruszczinski

snow in athens is so grand

as the snowflakes fall in your hand

and you look up into the falling sky

not wasting time on “how’s” or “why’s.”

daily chores and tasks and class

start to become a “pain in the ass.”

we’re always moving, working, juggling—

so much there’s no time for struggling,

microscopic clumps of wonder find their way into
a college town

forcing everyone to slow down.

we have jobs and bills and expectations

just to have it whisked away in a flurry revelation.

instead of papers and homework,

it’s snowballs and damp shirts,

from snow angels on the ground

and makeshift sleds on hills we float down.

it’s beautiful to me,

to see,

things recalled from childhood

awoken by something inherently good.