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