Walk After the Snow
Cannonball Statman, Beth Heuer
Midnight, after the snow;
Tree branches, thick and white, hung low
I walk about our blocks;
Tracks in the snow from a fox
After the snow, streets light with moon flow
These are the streets I grew up on;
Days of a small lilac bike are gone
But tonight, I am wearing my rubber boots
So I jump and slide in the snow slush for hoots
Midnight, after the snow;
Streets light with moon flow
The quiet of a suburban night;
Front yard trampled from a snowball fight
I know the secret to where the children slept;
Homes where the lonely snowmen wept
After the snow, streets light with moon flow
