Again, Snow

The dilettantish storm which started
Maybe half an hour ago, of late,
Exhibits greater fervor.  Flakes which
Floated, indecisive, downward, upward,
Sideways, fall, and do so in much greater
Numbers.  I sigh.  Once more, I will
Shovel, somehow sweating as I freeze,
And I will beg to trade this zealot
For the dilettante.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-29 at 00:03

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urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
I can picture this!