Growing up in Georgia, I only saw snow twice. In second grade I had pneumonia and watched my friends play outside my window. In my college we left classes and played in the snow. My years in New York have shown me a different appreciation for snow and those who work to keep us safe.

My years as an English teacher have given me an appreciation for haiku. Over the years I have submitted quite a few haiku for consideration.

This year with all the snow I have thought that my poem about snow plows had a chance.