'Snow, snow, snow!'
'Well, it's almost Spring...'
'But Winter's back,
Those houses resemble polar shacks,
Their cars - so many igloos!'
We de-ice car's windows and clear our drive,
Feeling more frozen than alive.
Our hill needs gritting
But nothing's been done yet.
A robin huddles on the sill
Near dejected daffodils.
An intrepid neighbour walks her poodle -
Which studiously stains snow by our gate.
Some local kids, on their way to school,
Cavort ecstatically down the hill -
Sliding and snowballing, helter-skelter,
At this rate they'll be more than late.
Shivering and shaking, I totter indoors,
Looking for whisky to clear my head.
Am I getting 'flu?
(I'd gladly scurry back to bed.)
Amazing what a few inches of SNOW can do...