Blizzard
Down from North
bitter winds blow,
bearing great clouds
pregnant with snow.
Whirling, swirling,
whipping past,
the blurry blizzard
is scheduled to last.
Way below zero
the temperatures fall –
frostbite a danger
waiting for all.
People shovel
in parkas thick
covered with snow
in just a click.
Coming inside
with frozen toes,
sodden clothing,
and frozen nose
all one wants is a
warm, cozy nook,
cup of hot chocolate
and favorite book.
I’ll stay inside
and watch it blow -
my easy chair is
safe from the snow.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2024
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