The First Snow Poem by Jay Loring

I woke to a familiar friend -
his coming unexpected.
He came in softly in the night -
his presence undetected.

In younger days in many ways
I thought him quite exquisite,
but older now it seems that I
have come to dread his visit.

The joy at first of seeing him
so quickly fades away,
when finally, you realize
that he intends to stay.

Perhaps it's not quite truthful then
for me to call him friend.
His lengthy stays did give me cause
to hate him in the end.