February 7th, 2018



Here we go,
Dumped on—
With snow.
This time,
A few inches more—
Is yet in store.

I’m going nowhere,
Don’t care.
I’m staying in,
Out of that storm.
Bestie, will you,
Keep me warm?

I ❤ you bunches,
No matter when—
We get the munches.

Snow, snow,
Go away—
Don’t return,
On Thursday.
The winds can blow,
But winter,
Just needs to go.

My legs hurt,
Because a storm’s near,
I fear.
My goodness,
My body’s on—
High alert.