. SOUTH TEXAS BLIZZARD
The biting cold of early March's freeze
fell from the Arctic northlands down the main,
and froze to death the larks beneath the trees
then silently it crept the Kansas plain.
It slowed the pace of life to just a walk
for busy Texans on the Rio Grande
and failing citrus was the stuff of talk
until the blowing snow was close at hand;
they slipt and slid on farmways coated twice
unwilling to admit they didn't know
how one should drive a Lexus on this ice
or where-from blizzards come and where they go.
The rattle snake is burrowed safe and deep
the only place that's warm enough for sleep.
© ron wilson aka veebdosathe Doylestown Poet