"World Travelers."
Fat white flakes fall merrily and gracefully
Some landing on windows and asking quite politely if they might Come inside.
We’ve been all over the world, they say. Imagine everything We’ve seen, says one in a lilting Irish accent.
Or heard, adds another in light airy French.
Let us in, and we’ll tell you all about it.
Open the window and let us in.
Some sit down on windowsills and tree branches to relax before Another long journey.
We’re not moving, they insist. We aren’t the wimpy type of snow, You know. We’re resolute. And we rather like it here.
We’re very appreciated, since we don’t visit often.
I think I hear a voice in warm, familiar British speak my name.
Hello, I call into the wintry storm. Do you know me?
Yes, it says. I’ve come from far away, across an ocean.
I was sent to see you by a friend. Some of us
Deliver messages overseas too. She says hello, and she hopes You’ll come back soon. I smile. Is this what all of you do?
I ask the efficient cloud of white.
Oh no, they chorus. We travel all over the world. Oh dear, moans One, I’m late for my trip to Moscow! I’ll miss my delivery!
It whisks off into the distance.
Don’t worry, the British one says kindly as it drifts away.
We always come back.
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