“That wind sure has a nip today
but sun’s nice where the wind don’t blow,”
he said to me and I agreed
and said I hoped it wouldn’t snow
again as we shoveled snow up to our knees
through drifts about three feet or so
to make a path down to the road.
I said I’d heard we’d get more snow
by afternoon, sometime tonight,
probably just a dusting though
and said we had enough I thought
and hoped the predictions were not so.
He said he guessed they might be right,
‘twas cold, he said but not too cold
to snow, looked up, then said
he thought the storm might hold;
until tomorrow or the next,
when the wind decides to change,
feels more, he said, like freezing rain.
He doubted it would snow again,
he said, ‘least for a day or two,
tugging his cap down ‘round his ears
against the bitter wind that blew.
I grimaced at the thought of it.
I don’t like freezing rain at all,
not even a little bit;
but in January in the Northeast
nature can throw a hissy-fit
and who knows if rain or snow will fall…
the weather is anybody’s call
There’s rain and sleet and hail and snow
and vicious winds that often blow
when temps drop twenty or more below
and oh how quickly it can fall;
but it is winter after all
and the weather is anybody’s call…
And we continued our weather talk
as we shoveled through drifts
to find the walk
somewhere beneath the mounds of snow.
It sure is pretty
but it’s danged cold.