I'd hate to too-anthromorphize the weather,
But, damn, the snow here does seem purposeful,
Just after all of us had joined together
To wonder if this winter had no pull,
We're doused with snowflakes, as if from a bucket
Held high above the world and shaken down,
As if some great director just yelled "Fuck it,
Let's give them what they want!" and, with a frown,
Sat back to watch the world below turn white.
It's isn't Armageddon, but it's true:
The world is swiftly vanishing from sight,
Under the coverage of but one hue.
If it is so, I welcome thinking snow:
Either way, it's beautiful, you know?
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