Snow Poem by Marilyn Jean

Snow

Whoa!
Not a time to be sad or low
Because so gently on tiptoe
As silently and wild as Mrs Doe
On dead leaves lies deep snow
Though
If now time seems so dull, slow
Anywhere else would fast blow
To smile about its past shadow
Yet, stays lying, watching down
Woe
For a moment or two just forego
Remember the vanished pink glow
For too soon, very well, we know
Most will be green as the meadow
No!
Hang on, a bit more, please don't go
Let me smile on such a cold bright show
Write a poem, or rather go peel a potato
And soon forget all of the white tableau
Oh!
Sorry, a few more words left to throw
Just in case by now, but surely. No!
Not having learn or maybe don't know
That today, for you, so perfectly apropos
O
What can one not write about snow?