Apart from blanketing the Nation
It maps our footsteps and our wheels
It hides from view and yet reveals
Our movements - be they fast or slow:
Intriguing patterns in the snow.
Rubbish bags are frosted white
Briefly hidden from our sight.
Blank spaces show on cobbled street
As early drivers, keen to meet
Their rendezvous, have quit their spot
To drive to crèche their tiny tot...
Others, dismayed, moan and groan
And leave their buried car alone
Content to trudge to tram or bus
Or risk a bike ride, it's less fuss!
The days progress, snow turns to rain
Suddenly we don't complain
As windscreen wipers do their stuff ...
More snow is forecast! Life is tough!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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