The Snow

The snow doth fall upon my face with cool spots of icy water that soon melt from the heat of 98 point 6 The snow fills my bird bath 'til it piles up and creates a dome no bird will negotiate The river, behind my house flows slower as snow and freezing temperatures begin to solidify the water And there is my neighbor, struggling to remove the snow from her driveway I see her breath as each shovelful advances her progress to the street Within a few moments her driveway is clear as I whisk my snow blower through the 3 foot berm to the open roadway She says thank you in her soft and bone chilled voice I call back,"Merry Christmas".