Iron

Western New York is pretty nowadays
If you should happen to be fortunate.
Last week's snow is but a shining glaze
On which the sunbeams in their glory sit.
The snow that falls is not a heavy load
The people here are not at all put out
It barely lies at all upon the road
The day's commute is not in any doubt
But walk a mile away and look again
Gaze at the distant treetops if you can
For they are hidden from the sight of men
By lake effect, that in an hour began
And by the hour it leaves us will put down
Several feet of snow. Also the town.