One day
the North Wind
sneezed
and a fine
frozen
white powder
blew out of his
nostrils and engulfed
half the world.
If he had only
covered his mouth
there would
be no snow
on my lawn
and I would
not need these
big mittens
today.
But how sad
the world would be
with no
big white eraser
to rub out the driveway
each December.
Winter is a
time to forget
all the
sweet sweaty things
that seemed
so important
in summer.
They now
sleep
under the
snow
dreaming
of
the
THAW.
Barry Lane
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