Different Days

I’m sitting in the sunshine

While my brother shovels snow.

Here the daffodils are blooming;

His still have a ways to go.

 

Many inches of the white stuff

Have been falling in the west.

It’s the norm for Colorado,

As his shovel can attest.

 

Though our days are very different.

On our phones we get to see

Piles of snow outside his window

And a sunny bench for me.