The Unexpected Blizzard of Early Fall
A restless lark seeks her lost brood,
Jack Frost is in a very somber mood;
wouldn't he prefer more fluffy snow,
watch it glitter with a happy glow?
It's Monday, there's no school today;
Mary and Bill will be dashing away...
skating downhill, screaming aloud,
keeping pace with the fastest cloud!
The frozen boughs of stooping willows
dazzle more than crystals of chandeliers,
lingering white flakes add the final touch;
Isn't this pure magic by a drunken witch?
Their sister Loreen is too busy baking
cookies as the coffee is slowly brewing,
she'll invite the neighbors and chat..
keeping an eye on that hungry cat!
The unexpected blizzard of early Fall
has left a big frown of wonder on all,
" Don't trust Nature when it is calm,
be on the lookout when clouds roam! "
Written on 8/26/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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