Saturday, March 19, 2011

Poem: Both Sides Now (A seasonal verse)

Snowflakes falling all around
So pretty ‘til they touch the ground
That’s when they start to pile up high
I’ve kissed my car good-bye.
I used to love it, now I sigh
when snowflakes start to float on by
‘Cause all it means is shoveling out
And that’s a pain, no doubt.
I’ve looked at snow from both sides now
The pretty flakes, the slush we plow
And I just want it to be spring
I"ve had it with this shoveling thing.