My Floridian friend suggests
that I should honor his requests
to write a verse or two about the snow.
I disdain to meet his plea
although he may vicariously
enjoy a snowy day with all its glow.
After two full months of cold
that shoveling out gets rather old
and I’ve considered move to Mexico.
Now its piled both high and deep,
and I have tossed it in a heap
as far as futile efforts I can throw.
Sure, it’s pretty, I’ll admit,
but I would like it now to quit
so once more I can travel to and fro.
I am grateful for each day…
look forward to the month of May
when “snowbirds” from the south will north-ward blow.
