“Hell no! Even more snow? This is getting old really fast!” Gun Roswell
Snow Day
Expected:
A snowstorm front
Heavy snowfall
All through the day
Ten degrees Celsius
Of the minus variation
Appears colder
On your skin
Stay indoors
If you can
“The snow always falls in winter times, especially high up in the North“ Gun Roswell
A Snowy Day
The snow falling, life stalling, at least for a while there as there really is no way to go with all that snow everywhere and all around the place. And as long as it on the ground stays, the roads will be blocked and not really a shock, as people up in the North really should have gotten sued to the fact after all that, the warnings ahead not to mention experience from years past. Still, each time the snow fall arrives, it seems to be a huge big sunrise for all.
“Maybe, this is the last of the snow for this year?” Gun Roswell
Snowed in on a Friday
The snow started falling
Just around when midnight was calling
It just kept on pouring
Until the ground was souring
With powdery white stuff
Nobody knowing if it was enough
But someone said, shut up
And then we watch as the snow kept on coming
Then soon enough, none of us was humming
The piles on piles of snowflakes
Even covered the small watery lake
No matter where you watched
Nothing, no nothing remained untouched
The world was covered in this, thing
Even the bird stopped to sing
Most likely going to hiding
Worried what they might not be finding
The chewy worms in the ground
Because that was no longer to be found
The only thing alive
Was the white snow which came from above
“It’s snowing, a lot!” Gun Roswell
Snowed In
Today, the snow fell, hard
Going outside, didn’t seem so smart
Even dressing up for the weather reminiscent of art
Opening the door, looking at the falling snow, pouring all over the inside floor
Trying to find a brush or shovel, before the snow inside turns into a puddle
Nothing to it, just some elbow grease and a lot of muscle
I really need to make it on the double and move with a quick hustle
And to beat the overwhelming weather
Trying not to get lost out there, so using a tether
Pushing, brushing, sneezing, pressing on, trying to stay ahead
But the elements keep fighting back in stead
More and more snow coming down
My face is not an upside frown, but one of a beaten clown
Removing all this pure white substance seems a moot point
And soon enough I am lost to the last joint
“Someone, please come and rescue me
For I am stuck in this frozen watery stuff, you see!”
Finally, giving up
Making my way through the trenches with a huff and puff
Cannot fight those damned weather gods
Today, is the day, you can say:
We are snowed in, hibernating, like frogs
Rantings Of A Third Kind 