We frost windows with our breath, watching the sky
Showering with flakes, like icing sugar flouring a table
Coating the nape of dad’s coat as he shovels blocks away
From the car wheels packaged in by polystyrene white.
The radio crackles in the kitchen, each school read making our hearts race
Like the rhythm of snow layering the ice
Mum checks the time and our fingers cross behind our backs
We wait, already anticipating the hot belly of cocoa
And skidding down hills on wet backsides, snowmen resting
We hush, holding our breath, crushing eyes shut: please please
The verdict’s released and we pump our fists
One cold day of freedom awaits.
To Another Magnet 