The Snow Dethroned by Madison Levinson

Today is the last day before Spring Break and the weather has begun to get warmer and nicer. The last time I had a blog post it was a snow day and I wrote a poem about snow. Now that it's Spring, and my favorite season, I think I should write a poem again.

The sun peeks from behind the cloud.
People gather outside and form crowd after crowd.

"Colors spring in tufts from the ground" 

Flowers beginning to bloom.
Thoughts of warm weather in my mind consume.
The rabbits hop and the bears come out.
On no persons face was there a pout.
Colors spring in tufts from the ground.
The white beast of snow has been uncrowned.
Sports begin and referee whistles blow.
Kids dance and laugh in fields to and fro.
No snowflakes dancing and twirling.
Flower petals in the air and swirling.
No early morning snow day calls.
No more wind or icy slips and falls.
Spring has started to bloom all around.
My will to explore and have fun has now been found.

The Rain (By Eve Curras)

     We sat in the car, my clothes soaked to the skin, beads of water dripping down my forehead.  My mother and I had just raced against the rain, and as always, the rain had won.  It was just the two of us now, the only sound was that of the struggling heater and the pitter patter of droplets on the windshield.  I remarked how the rain was depressing.  My mother turned to me, saying "You shouldn't ever say that.  It will melt the snow."  And I found myself thinking hard about what she said, so I decided to write a poem about it.

The Rain

The promise of the first snowfall

Cold, white water brings the enchantment of Christmas time

But soon cold water is simply cold

And snow becomes vexatious

Pounds of white to be shoveled, not cherished

And winter is bitter, like a foul taste on your tongue

But April brings the rain

Winter wonderland becomes a distasteful memory

And only gloom remains

But with the rain comes the promise of green

And eventually the snow is gone, like all things

A breath of warmth is blown

Flowers take their shape among the growing grass

The sun dances across the pavements

Jackets are forgotten, boots left behind

The promise of rebirth hums in the air

So I thank the rain

For the fresh starts, a time of new beginnings

And for melting the snow

A Poem About Snow by Madison Levinson

As I was deciding what to post for my blog post I had a realization. I have never written anything creative and meaningful. My only blog posts are wildly sarcastic, opinionated, and full of rants. So I made the decision to write a hopefully wonderfully delightful poem. Considering I am sitting in bed on a snow day writing this it seems fitting to make the poem about snow. So here I go...look I'm a poet and I didn't even know it! (Sorry, I'll stop now). 

Actual picture of my backyard

Fragile and white.
Tears from Angels that fall in the night.
Dancing and twirling to the ground.
Landing on rooftops without a single sound.
Crisp and cool.
A prime suspect in the possible cancellation of school.
Small white ballerinas falling to the floor.
Building and building until I can't open my door.
Snowmen and sled tracks litter the street.
Without hot cocoa this day would not be complete.
Hearing the sound of the children playing.
Maybe there will be no school I wind up praying.
Repeatedly checking the Woroworld Blog.
Just wanting to spend the next day in bed eating like a hog.
Watching the accumulation on Weather.com climb.
Oh, a relaxing day at home, what a wonderful time.
Warmed by the fire, watching the flakes fall.
Waiting anxiously by the phone for the school to call.
That wonderful "All Sparta Schools will be closed tomorrow"
And in no students heart was there an ounce of sorrow.