A poem for the snow(em)

Forecast: Six to Ten Inches
The snow’s falling again. (A lot!)
Am I pleased about this? (I’m not!)
If the power goes out
I will stomp and I’ll shout.
And I’ll wish we’d actually bought a propane heater the last time it snowed a foot.
And I’ll put on a few extra socks and huddle under the blankets.
Still, I’m pleased snow’s out there and I’m not.

Poppy just looked out the window and said, “Why is it still winter? Winter is too long a season.” And how.

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