Weather
A Poem
The wind whips my face
water wraps itself around my shoulders
I walk through a wintry blaster, trying
to keep my balance, my shoes are soaked,
the wetness seeping into my socks, my feet,
sloshing through the sludge of downed leaves
and branches, I brace myself for another blast,
the air is brittle, fragile droplets fall onto the sidewalk,
people hurry, their footsteps causing mini waves,
I watch them run off, carried by their concern
for the brutal breeze bashing their backs,
I enter my building, struck by welcoming warmth,
the heat is working today, I am grateful, I enter
my classroom, turning on the lights, the windows
are dark, outside is dark, the world has yet
to awaken it seems, but we are up, we teacher,
we staff members, we paraprofessionals, hurrying
into our building to begin another school day
