While whistling 'Winter Wonderland',
I'm buried in snow.
Frost has taken over the season,
cold winds are ablow.

For when the sky is falling,
wear your winter boots.
For when the clouds land on the ground,
tred softly and wear warm socks.

Breath is misting, so rarely seen,
a chill is in the air.
Most stay at home, to snuggle,
I'm left with a shovel.

Icicles form when gravity leads,
as snow piles higher and higher.
Clean the roof 'lest it collapses,
an avalanche waiting to happen.

So when you decide to go outdoors,
and the white season makes itself known.
Enjoy the spoils that snow can bring,
evidently, we can't do that here in Afghanistan!

02/20/2012