Blowing snow
And it ain't cocaine
Though it's white
It's three feet deep,
In drifts
Bones ache from head to toe
She says, "Go slow;
You'll have a heart attack.
Remember your back! "
Three blizzards in two weeks
Snow showers every day
Rake off the roof,
Then shovel
Afraid it will cave in, and
It very well may
The old snow blower this winter,
Has earned its pay
She can't get her car
Out of the
Driveway
Thank the lord for my SUV!
Four-wheel drive
And off-road tires
I remember worse winters
Way back when
But I was forty years younger
Way back then
At least we haven't lost
Electricity
Yet!
Hot soup hits the spot
On a cold winter's night
Hope the deer
Find enough to eat
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature