A Path Worth Taking Poem by Bryan Taplits

I've felt January's snow, I've seen its ice,
And the walks and streets overhanging
With unmelted mounds of snow,
So tired am I of viewing in
Every street section
This platter of plates
groaning low with huge gobs of snow-
(wherever I'd go) .
So now I staunchly take a different direction
As I await my precious dear fling,
For staying home all cozied now is my election-
As I await for the glories of a forthcoming,
and flirtatious,
new Spring.