Good Grief, Snow
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Spring was sprung and the grass was riz.
Who ordered the snow where my flowers is?
It's snowing again, I just don't believe it.
I live in Alberta but my mind can't conceive it.
Here it is now the middle of May.
I look out my window, it's blowing sideways.
I ran outside again to cover my plants.
Skip, hop and a jump and I'm doing a dance.
Snow clings to my pants and soaks my slippers.
Kick them off, put on socks as my bottom lip quivers.
Yesterday it was gone, my plants up a foot.
The weatherman must have erroneous input.
The forecast he gave was for rain, not snow,
And more rain tomorrow, guess we're in for a blow.
My poor little plants, oh woe is me.
Alberta's my home on the lone prairie.
If you don't like the weather and you've time to give it,
It'll change if you wait, just give it a minute.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2021
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