Waiting On Snow Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Waiting- the forcast given, the warnings known,
we wait upon natures' style. Snowflakes to come
tumbling, whirling, and rest upon the walkway, and paths,
slowing down the walk upon steps and if too much
to gaze upon safely from the house.
It is unknown this nature power, the combination,
wind and chill. Dress well, stay in, and wait upon
the calm to return, the daily tasks that give distraction
to our routine ways.
In the distance the sound of mirth and tumble on sleigh,
and happy caution watched as parents reminisce.
The bell tower whitened, the snow falling in a Joycean style
slowly whirling
on the church garden.
And silence writes the manifest of natures power.