Adventures of Flurries

Lily Valleau

Snowy filled streets preach about what the children want,

As the calls and emails are dished out at 5 am.

While children spring and scurry out of bed,

As blaring alarms are put on snooze in hopes for some much needed rest.

A seldom knocking can be heard from the other side of the door,

As pillows are slammed onto faces, to block out the knock, a grunt, and a potential air supply.

Another knock follows suit, until the door opens with a quiet creak,

As the once quiet atmosphere is filled with the rustling of blankets, bright smiles, and questionable glances.

But at last, the flurries can be seen traveling across the window

As the adventurers of today seem to turn their cheek for the time being.