A Plea With Nature
The blizzard is gaining strength,
the frozen pond is turning white,
trees bend and frightened shallows hide;
I put a yardstick into the freezing snow,
bend forward and measure its length:
ah, it reaches up to my knees, what a stride
to be buried into tons of snow...
while blizzardous winds blow!
I shout, " I don't wish for snow on my birthday,
it'll fall on the sixth of February! " But the weather
is inclement, should I make a plea
with Nature trading my gifts for no snow? Has anybody
ever asked for this and got rejected? I would surely
get mad if she didn't listen or agree,
I might be even trickier than her:
get a snowblower and send it away!
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