Winter Snow
Morning comes, and I look out my window.
All I see is a smooth blanket of white, basically uninterrupted.
Even the pine trees, with their dark green boughs,
are laced with a layer of the glistening flakes.
Sun shines off the blinding expanse,
and throws rainbows off the icicles hanging off the eaves.
Brilliant blue above, not a cloud in sight,
is the only other color in the world I see.
But it brings to mind summer heat and the taste of lemonade.
And as I once more turn to face the steering wheel of my car,
I think about how I can't wait for the tow truck to get here.
Being stuck sucks.
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