You think you’re funny, don’t you,
oh, gods of endless snows?
Your humor leaves me cold (haha)
with frostbite on my nose.
Of this white stuff
I’ve had enough,
Begone! And go away!
It’s time for spring —
quit dawdling!
But come back on Christmas Day.
Yes, dear reader, on this late March morning,
it’s a white, white world out my window.
Part of me says it’s pretty.
The rest of me has a different opinion.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.