School children wait, anxious for that first flake to fall-
“The weatherman said…” cried a child under her breath.
Workers share the same anxiousness, hoping the snow waits-
until they are home by the fireside with their lover.
Snow plow operators can’t wait, they have to be ready,
start their engines when that first flake falls.
And it is so beautiful as it coats everything in white,
Children rejoice as they play in the frozen fluff.
Parents who can, relax and watch the joy on their faces.
Then drivers notice that the snow is turning to slush.
Such beauty becomes an ugly grey mess, and yet, next time,
We, for some reason, go through the same routine.