Melting Snowmen
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March means melting snowmen and freezing rain,
with black ice coating impassable roads.
And driving through flooded streets that can't drain,
while my frustration with potholes explodes.
I love the feel of freshly fallen snow,
like a white duvet of soft goose-filled down.
Yet Winter starts to melt when warm winds show,
transforming the ground to a muddy brown.
Springtime makes rivers unsafe to skate on,
even ice in the shade cannot escape.
And Winter's wonderland is all but gone;
unveiling a bleak and barren landscape.
Spring may be a beautiful late bloomer,
but She is born a sprite of ill humor.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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