Snow
It snowed last night
Giving quite a fright.
I contemplated
The prospect of emptied
Roads and full shops.
Sifting brooms and mops
For a long lost snow shovel,
Donning hat and muffle
To collect the wood;
Firing the soul that would
Otherwise freeze
As the winter’s breeze
Penetrates the core;
Fingers of the hoar
Frost through to the bone
All inside my home.
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