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 What is this crap Falling from the sky? It was almost 70 on Monday Now I'm being pelted with white flakes and need a reason why. Isn't Old Man Winter  Content with taking an early break? Spring is just days away And I have fun plans at stake. Look, this crap may have been majestic Earlier in the winter. Seeing it now, with the grass already turning green Is as painful as a jagged splinter. I'm not saying I wasn't expecting it There's a reason why my shovel and blower are still at the ready. But it doesn't mean this crap needs to fall down And, from the looks of it, it's falling down steady. It's the kind of thing that has me craving a warmer climate. Before long, I might even pull out a map. In the meantime, however, What is this crap? ______________________________________________________________________ If you liked this, check out one of my poetry books:

 Old Man Winter stood in his corner. His face had an evil grin. He was full of confidence Because he was expecting another win. "Not so fast," the crowd seemed to be saying. "We have a hunch, Your opponent, the Wisconsin Badger, won't fall so easily. Cause those Wisconsin folk are a hearty bunch." The fans did not know That, tonight, they would have no reason to cheer and shout. Because tonight was the night Even the Wisconsin Badger would tap out. The Wisconsin Badger stood firm Through Old Man Winter's first brutal assault. And, for a brief moment, he appeared to have an upper hand. Then his momentum came to a sudden halt. Old Man Winter held him tight In his ice-cold grasp. All the Wisconsin Badger could do Was fight for air with each and every troubled gasp. Old Man Winter then began pounding the Wisconsin Badger With his icy fists of snow. In no time at all, the Wisconsin Badger Was stuck in a corner with no place to go. As Old Man Winter's brutal a...

  The holidays are over. The decorations are all taken down. So please tell me why is there still snow on the ground? The thought of driving to work on icy roads Monday Pains me like a deep, sharp splinter. What do you mean, it's still winter? Image by  Couleur  from  Pixabay Yes, I can see a calendar And no, I'm not insane. Is it really too much to ask For even a hint of an early spring? The cold is less tolerable without that holiday magic. Chilling me to the bone, freezing my cheeks. And all I have to look forward to  Is it being still winter for at least several more weeks. __________________________________________________________________ Here are some of my other poems: Raising Daughters (A Poem) Dishes (A Poem) Missing the Sun (A Poem) The Day Dad Made the House Dark (A Poem)

If snow were rainbow colored, Wouldn't that be a sight to see? It's not that white isn't fun to look at. It would just be nice to have a bit of variety. Red, indigo, green, orange, violet and blue. In fact, for those of us catching it on our tongue, Let's throw in a little fruit flavoring too. If snow were rainbow colored, I think it would be such a blessing. At minimum, it would make winter A little less depressing. Violet or orange-colored snowman. Snow forts made out of indigo, green, red or blue. And, if the snow happens to be yellow, The kids would have an excuse to stay home from school. ______________________________________________________________________ Here are some of my other poems: 24 More Hours Until Payday (A Poem) If Stress Equaled Money (A Poem) Where is My Ship (A Poem) Blanket From a Stranger (Poem)