PRETTY AWFUL

Written by: Sidney Beck

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
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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.