It’s slow to accumulate.
It stops to rest
And with stinging zest
Returns.
At time it seems to forget
Which way to blow
It’s beauty we know
Not to trust.
The hedges heaped
With white
Spend the night
Sagging.
Kids love it
Pummeling each other
Until mother
Intervenes.
The great thaw
Is the flaw
In this picture.
Dirty snow
Flows across
Our world
Of soggy
Soil.
Can’t wait ‘til spring!

Brings back fond memories of beautiful snow scenes in Pennsylvania. Thanks, Glen!