What beautiful snow we've had these days. Just after the groundhog said it would be so, The very next day on through the whole week We cowered and cursed the dry subzero vibe.
Then, in the following week, the heavens came to a conclusion. Wenn schon, denn schon. And white and wet and everywhere between came from up and eventually settled down.
It let up a bit on some days, but never retreated, As at once we savoured the squeaking "urf urf" below our heels, and then we found next a field Of gelatinous dirtcold and open expanses of a billion black orpaned bits of gravel.
Yesterday I went to visit Owen, and shortly before his house (and knowing Rob and Chloe And their silly dog were not ten minutes behind) I saw the corner of the street to the house blanketed in white wanna be snow,
Save the three or four sets of footprints Leading to the house--I tried to guess who they belonged to, and incorrectly I might add. No deer were present.
I stomped out a word in the snow In letters so large and right at the turn you'd never miss it. A little message To those who follow me.
Rob would be too simple, And I can't spell Chloe so I settled With the name of there dog. I shuffled round and spelled OLIVE.
With letters that big you won't miss out on the fact that olive is an anagram for I LOVE. But nonetheless, They didn't see it.
Chloe made the excuse that when She walks she does so like A rhino, a head charge full steam ahead. And don't see nothing.
Or, maybe, with time those little needles of snow were enough to cover up my words. Either way, It's the story of my life.
