Pretty Awful

PRETTY AWFUL Sleet in the eye-slits and I See only the blanched balls Pile up in the old drifts, Filling hollows which last week Suggested spring. Head down And leaning with the wind I squint my last yards home. The spring-hungry street is now Winter white again. Picturesque misery ............................................................................ Note: Shelley said, “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” Obviously he didn’t live in Russia, because the answer is yes, it can be very far behind indeed.