First Big Snow
First Big Snow
(Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up)
Written: by Miracle Man
2-5-2020
I fear if declaring that I liked snow,
regardless of what my youth has implied.
My nose might look like Pinnochio,
but from winter snow I refuse to hide.
While a snow remains aesthetic to my eye,
it also increases my risk of falling.
Though its descending beauty I can’t deny,
snow makes hazardous conditions appalling.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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