Just A Dusting Poem by Thomas Plotz

Well, one big snow storm that stuck around for a while
Then, melt off and the river rose
Warm wind tickled your nose
The grass never seemed to turn brown

Ground stays firm but soggy too,
As the warm southern wind blew

For the rest of this year, not much with acclamation,
Making me dance with exaltation
Praise and applause of Gods design and decision of
This fair winter snow

Years ago, as a kid, a snow day is what
Winter dreams were made of

Even still, snow wonders, as I marvels the miracles and
Phenomena of freshly fallen frost
Without the loss of a cold bitter breeze
Winter is a grand time to be

So this year is just like last
In the way of snow for us
We are all the same name,
The snow storms had the same name
Had the SAME,

Just a Dusting

T. Plotz
Just A Dusting
11 FEB 2017