Snowday (an acrostic poem)

Shivering, watching the ice crystals dance

No way I was going outside in that

Ordinarily, the precipitation wouldn’t be that bad

What was bad was the bundled cold with it

Deathly wind chill well below what was safe

And so I will sit here by the fire

Yet I know soon the white stuff will need to be shoveled

 

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