when conditions change . quickly, all too many still . ignore the warnings
the softest pillows . are only made possible . with firm support
finished for the day . the snow shovel waits, until . called upon again
when motion ceases . there a two choices; struggle . or wait for the thaw
an empty sidewalk . lets the imagination . wander where it will
following the tracks . of others, will guarantee . we’ll go where they’ve been
just when one season . becomes too familiar . it becomes the next
it is comforting . having a guardian watch . the icy front steps
a snowstorm’s chaos . ends up as decoration . on a sturdy wall
every snowstorm . hides delicate surprises . for the winds to take
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