She is not afraid of snow for her household, For all her household is clothed with scarlet.Proverbs 31:21
Snowflakes collect like cups on a shelf
stacking high and lofty in jumbled mess;
as I wonder, is the cup half empty or less.
Snow plows move and groan as a bear
awaken from his short seasonal slumber;
in great despair, dizzily his body lumbers
Snow drifts and dances as a ballerina
on stage drawing the attention of all;
the audience suddenly groans at her fall.
Snow shovels scrape and etch, as an artist
labors over a fine masterpiece which flows; there’s artistry in the language of the snows.