the calendar does turn

 see how the snow has finished

has yet to melt,  but it's over.

walking through my February i see

 winter turned the corner.

this is what it looks like at the end.

now after nine a.m. the sun on the glistening snow reflects in a golden light.

duck turn

 i can see it like that.

the crowd is large.

this and that, fat cat, where's your hat?

i looked on the chair ... on the floor ...

on the mat? give me a minute, will you?

Let us chat, shall we? 

pat the cat, where he sat. by the bat. 

this and that, he smiled.

she tried to smile but had difficulty.

the river runs to the ocean, eventually.

major endeavor

as heavy snow falls.

Texas has a hard time...power outages and freezing temperatures.

blurry snowfall here in northern Ohio.

a few feet.  and it continues to fall.

we'll take it easy. see how it, goes. 

 

i don't know how this poor poetry happened. 

there were moments when I lost my balance.

 words got by me.

 all together i'm distracted...we have full-on winter.

 

snow is to my knees.

i'd bake cookies if i knew how.  it's a day for it.

i don't want to read instructions. 

and no one needs the sugar.

good flakes

 out of nowhere, started up

blowing lightly, white dots floating by.

makes a pretty morning, still air.

only a breeze with  no direction.

growing wind ... north to south.

minus traffic again. 

here comes someone walking a dog.

some squirrels, a few birds.

mainly  nothing going by 

hours pass

begins snowing harder

stops an hour. starts again.

reindeer passing, why not

 the message is the snow;

keep the weather foot

on the pedal so

no soot, only flakes

dusting piles

of preexisting pounds

weighing on the other day's

accumulation we see,

every where we venture

this day.  so we're snowed in

and on. and another foot's

coming