Snow in Winter

When solid water tumbles from the murky sky,
In misery and ecstasy, we dare to laugh and cry.
This is an obtuse way
To speak of snow,
As it gets very slow,
For folks who must go
To and fro.

The very early silver flakes, hit the ground in December.
But now and then in some old place,
They come to us in November.
Nature starts
Her wintry season,
And we have good reason
To fly off to Eden,
Where it's warm and even.

Sometimes the snowfall far exceeds the norm,
From flakes, to hail, to slush, or any form
We behold this storm
With great alarm,
For it can do much harm
As we try to stay warm
In city or farm.

At last we change the clocks at Equinox.
As we pray for ice to melt away.
And take great pleasure,
In the longer day
As we look towards May,
With fields full of hay
And the beach by the bay,
And Summer here to stay.

--by Peter Elias

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