A poem on the first day of snow … and its effects.
White and wet
the snowflakes set
upon the asphalt town.
Pushing slush,
the plowers mush
their shovels, wearing frowns.
Closing stores
and cancelled chores
and meetings limit outings;
keep you safe,
without the chafe
of harsher tones and poutings.
Tragedy –
a jagged knee
of road has claimed a life.
Senseless death –
for coffee-breath!
We do not need the strife!
White and wet
the snowflakes set
upon the asphalt town.
Pushing slush,
the plowers mush
their shovels, wearing frowns.
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