You lazy snow
that's lounging on my deck.
Your shape has grown
from just
a crystal speck
to
such a walrus-like
atrocity.
I welcomed you
when
you were itty-bitty.
But now you seem to plan
an overstay.
I hear
more friends will soon be on their way,
and
as you occupy my back yard deck
my house thermometer,
I'll double-check.
For, like a lion,
March came stalking in,
where February's snows already been
to leave you
lying there in my deck chair.
while growing
thick and debonair.
So,
soon there'll be warming sun,
I pray,
to take your chilly friends,
and you,
away.
I'll watch,
as you so slowly
melt and shrink,
and by my window,
sit and sip my drink.
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Author Notes
This visitor appeared during February, more snow expected this week. I measure about 2.5 feet in depth so far.
This poem is A Faux Free Style.
A Free Style poem is a type of Free Verse with rhyming, usually incidental. What makes this Faux Free Style, is that although I has the look of a Freed Verse poem, it actually has aabb rhyming, as well as iambic pentameter.
I took this picture today, 3/5/2019.
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