I sit, in the quiet of morning, and watch the snow.
So slowly, and gently, it caresses all .
The snow kisses the ground, and the ground welcomes it.
All of the glory of God’s creation, is covered equally in purity,
Clean, and fresh.
I sit, in the quiet of the morning, and watch the snow
And I wonder…
Who will shovel this crap…
So that I can get to the bar to watch the game?