Snow
Snow.
It’s cold.
Sometimes wet.
Sometimes it’s not.
Gets kids out of school.
Grown-ups still have to work.
Driving down the icy street,
Getting stuck behind the snowplows,
Stopping often to clear the windshield,
Hoping that the heater doesn’t break down,
Praying that the parking lot is cleared,
Trying to find an open space.
Cover the hood with plastic,
(Quicker to clean later.)
Then, in your good shoes
You trudge inside
Through the cold
And wet
Snow.
Copyright © Stephen Tefft | Year Posted 2019
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