At Home on a Snowy Day

I remember last winter
a day of thick snow, a Saturday.
We didn’t have to go anywhere.
No scraping off the car windshield,
no stiff fingers on the steering wheel.
Holed up, cozy inside.
Car peaceful under a blanket of snow.
We left once because we wanted,
to the coffee house at the end of the street.
We fit our feet in the footsteps of strangers.
The frozen waves roiling down the block
reached as high as our knees.

Rosalie Hendon is an environmental planner living in Columbus, Ohio with her husband and many house plants. She started a virtual poetry group in 2020 during quarantine that has collectively written over 200 poems. Her work is published in Change Seven, Call Me [Brackets], Superpresent, Fleas on the Dog, and Red Eft, among others. Rosalie is inspired by ecology, relationships, and stories passed down through generations.

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