The Little Snow
The little snow that fell today
Has slowly melted all away.
It kind of came as a surprise,
Like raindrops hiding in disguise.
The morning was bedecked in white.
Our early walk was a delight,
But now, at dusk, it's all turned gray;
Tomorrow will be come-what-may.
The weather's fickle, I suppose,
So as the month draws to a close,
Let's hope both minds and roads are clear
As we clock out this current year.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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