The Winter Blahs
The sky opened up and suddenly, snow begins to fall
quickly, the large snowflakes jump from the sky
and start to pile up on the ground, quickly covering
whatever is in it's path, including people and cars
The windshield wipers can't keep up, even on high
the thought of just going back home crosses my mind
Winter is not my favorite season, but the beauty of the layer
of white that covers the world is not lost on me
Cold hits me in the face as I leave my warm car
and the beauty fades a bit as walking on slick surfaces
reminds me why Winter makes me grumpy
I don't like being cold, the beautiful snow makes even
walking hard to do. Can we just fast forward to Spring?
The wind blows and the cold, wet snow hits me in my face
and I sigh and try not to grumple as I get inside as fast
as I can without falling on my face.
Copyright © Kathleen Hassall | Year Posted 2025
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