I woke
To
Rain
And
Snow,
Happy
I’d
Nowhere
Urgent
To
Go,
And
Could
Take
It
Slow.
Frost
Pillowed
Trees,
Streets
Unsafe
To
Ride,
Sidewalk
Set
To
Freeze,
Ice
On
The
Breeze.
I’ll
Stay
Inside,
Save
My
Fragile
Hide,
And
Wait
For
Winter’s
Claw
To
Thaw.
Spring
Isn’t
Far
Away,
But
Won’t
Be
Here
Today.