Snow In February Poem by Michael Adeosun

Hitting the road
to the dictate of my alarm clock.
Behold, the frosty flakes from
heaven do fall.
Whitening the grey tarred roads
of her royal majesty.
This white frosty carpet
mother nature has laid.
For all to leave
footprints and tire marks.
It is the second out of twelve
that makes a full calendar.
This annual visitor has again
come belated.
It was expected two moons
ago, to white wash the yuletide.
But no, it would rather leave it blue.
This frosty flake leaves me
looking akin to a beer bottle
just freed from the depth of
a freezer.
No, a chilled and frozen looking
drink is alien to the mind
at the moment.
What is most soothing is
a hot cup of tea to heat up
the already cold bones.