A WINTER’S TALE
Another dusting of confectioner’s glaze
Accoutrement to travelers daze
The holly’s frosting, icing pure
To warn careful touring, to be sure.
It arrived overnight
Soft delicate and white
Temperatures secure
Perhaps tomorrow there’s more.
The groundhog may
See his shadow today
If he does or not
We’ll take what we’ve lot.
February’s weather romance
We know in advance.
Some stay at home
Other’s left alone.
Winters will come
For all; not for some.
The pale it is near
Count them as dear.
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