The Silent Dawn

Paul Curtis

The six o’clock alarm
Breaks my slumber
I swat at the clock
Like an unwelcome bug
A single gesture brings silence
And I lie in the quiet hush
Silence! Why is it silent?
Where is the traffic noise?
The clinking milk float?
The boy racers?
The early morning bustle?
I leap from my bed
And rush to the window
I pause for a moment
Hold my breath in anticipation
Then pull back the curtain
And what a sight to behold
Snow! Snow! Snow!
As far as the eye can see
A vista of pure virgin white
The whole scene cloaked
In a deep shroud of snow
Shapes rise up here and there
From the thick carpet
Disguising what lies below
I search the scene for signs of life
And find none
The snow is fresh and unsullied
Just lying there, waiting
I turn and drag the duvet
Off my sleeping wife
And responded to her protests
Saying “Snow! Snow! Snow!”
Soon we are fully dressed
And on the way out of the door
Thirty seconds and we're back again
We've forgotten to wake the children




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