Here in the northeast of the US we are about to get slammed by a Nor’easter this Tuesday and Wednesday. Here is a short piece of rhyming poetry to usher it in:
In a couple of days time a nor’easter will blow,
The weatherman is telling a tale of woe.
The wind will be whipping and a cold snow will be falling,
The cruel hand of Boreas soon will be calling.
And as much as I love the soft fluffy white,
Two feet of snow is more of a blight.
So as I sit and ponder the storm,
The coming of spring can’t be the norm,
But the new season will soon be here, that much is true,
A bright crisp green landscape and fresh air anew.
So look out your window and enjoy winters last breath,
As we move hand in hand celebrating its death.