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We know fall is upon us when the trees begin to shed; we know winter is upon us when the snow… stops creating mud, and blankets the landscape instead. Essex poet Scarlett Cannizzaro, featured this week, shares with us her buzzing sense of anticipation as she waits for Vermont’s favorite season to commence.
Let’s hope it stays
By Scarlett Cannizzaro, 12, of Essex
Many times
I have taken a look
out my living room window.
Just a simple glance.
And what I keep seeing,
keep watching,
is the snow.
The white spots of
winter,
of cold,
that dot the sky.
I will watch them in awe and
go to sleep that night with
happy thoughts,
marvelous thoughts.
But then the next morning,
when I jump off my bed
and race to the glass
and watch my breath fog up
in front of me,
I see no white,
I see no crystals of ice.
Instead
I see dull grass
with leaves of brown
scattered around.
It isn’t that the world around me is dull,
it is simply that I
love the white,
I love the cold,
the coziness of a blanket wrapped
around me,
the tastiness of the cocoa on my tongue.
But I see no snow.
I see no ice.
And it is now December,
the month of snow,
of cheer,
of song,
of family.
So while I now watch more snow coat the ground,
I can only hope for one single thing:
Let’s hope it stays!
