Of the six to eight inches of snow they were predicting, we have maybe two, and it’s stopped snowing. Not that it can’t start up again.
The sun is shining
Through the cold.
Soon it will snow.
This grows old.
How much snow
Will this storm bring?
The snow will pile
Over everything.
Freezing Rain.
Freezing Ice.
Soon that may come.
Won’t it be nice?
The last winter storm
Piled snow up high.
I sure hope
This one passes us by.
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