It was an early icy morning
As I went out for a stroll
I saw it was pretty obvious
Mother Nature took her toll
My face felt numb and tingly
As I took my morning walk
Grass was cold and stiff
Ice claimed every single stalk
Water tried to pour off fences
But froze on its downward drip
When I looked at a thermometer
I realized how low it had dipped
I saw a little cow decoration
That was hanging on a line
It had ice laced all around it
It was frozen now in time
The bird bath full of crystals
Was white like a bowl of snow
A place where not a single bird
Would ever want to go
It’s that time of year, folks
For our winter icy storms
You’d better bundle up well
So you can stay nice and warm!
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As a Washingtonian native, I can relate. Your poem reminded me of home.