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