Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Sonnet 25

Winter Whiles Away 

When weather's left to its white winter's gate,
It's long strides and quick steps in uniform
Cadence, are bent on whiting at a rate
Which brings Mother Earth under a ghost storm :

Then, all agencies of government spring 
Into action : hooking up plows, loading
Salt and calcium chloride on spreading
Trucks. Wonder how long they'll be deicing :

And when roads are clear of treacherous ice,
Which relieves drivers to breath more freely, 
Relaxed about today's drive, going's nice, 
But, watch out for potholes, they're not to choosy !

"A job worth doing is - job worth doing well."
Weather does its thing ; stories, poems will tell.

Ronald C. Downie

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