Another cold twilight was nigh
Wood smoke spewed into the sky
The daylight continued to decay
All would soon be charcoal gray
The forecast had called for a winter storm
This one seemed beyond the norm
Driving home from work was just that
Old Man Winter and I locked in mortal combat
I wasn't home to heed the warning
Will dig my car out in the morning
I got stuck with a mile and half left to go
Now I'm frosted from head to toe
Lumbering through the fresh snow
Was bone chilling, tiring, and slow
Thoughts of a blanket by the wood stove
Filled my head as I endured my rove
A few more months and we'll be at the beach
Far from Jack Frost's icy reach
Just sun, surf, sand, my woman and me
And today will be a distant memory
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