There’s something appealing
To waiting
for snow,
Though Nature’s
concealing
Just how it
will go.
The weather
predictions
State how
much will fall,
But
sometimes convictions
Won’t pan out
at all.
The markets
are crowded
With folks
filling carts
As skies grow
more clouded
Before it
all starts.
As children
may gather
Their boots
and their sleds,
The
grown-ups would rather
Stay snug in
their beds.
Yet now we’re
just waiting
To see that first
flake,
For anticipating
Might be a
mistake.
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