Where's My Shovel
As I sit here writing my next prose,
It has begun to snow,
Its beauty overshadows the end result.
I know that come tomorrow I will need
to shovel the driveway,
If I want to get out and about.
Then I start thinking about the
warmer days of spring and summer.
I really can't watch the grass as it grows,
but I know I will eventually need to cut it back,
weekly-seems like a big deal to me.
The leaves of autumn eventually end up on
the ground and need to be raked and bagged,
several times a season if need be.
All of these things require a great deal of effort,
except for the winter snow, it is the one deal breaker.
If I so choose, I can just stay in, until it melts,
and just enjoy the beauty, in all its splendor.
Ok...who am I kidding, Kohls department store has a new summer clothing
line that comes out tomorrow, "honey, where's the snow blower?"
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