Snow

I am 24 living with
My wife and three
Sons in the married
Students housing
In Austin peeking
Out the window at
Dawn to see a rare
Snowfall covering
Sidewalks cars
And even the street.
I quietly open the door
Then walk backwards
To make tracks with
My bare feet across
The porch down the steps
Across the yard to a tree,
Then back-stepping
In my own tracks all
The way to the porch
And inside our home
Where I put on my shoes
And wake up my wife
And sons who will
Discover the tracks
And wonder who was
Up the tree and was
Somewhere in our home
While I sip my hot cocoa
And munch cinnamon
Toast as the boys
Return with cold
Feet and my
Wife smiles
At me across
Our breakfast
Table.