David Michael Patt

All Day


All day snow fell upon snow.Darkness closing in.I pulled my sled up third streetFollowing my mother's call.Passing through the dark between the streetlights,My snow pants swishing, I chewed the iceCaked around my wrists.Falling flakes melted on my wool mittens.On up the hill, up across the yardSnow to my knees, I saw my fatherSitting at the kitchen tableReading the paper, my sister and brotherTeasing one another across the brisket.The yellow light from the windowShining on the snow waiting for me.Hallelujah.

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