by Quentin S Clingerman
A wintery mix of ice and snow
With well below freezing temperatures
Makes driving a challenge to say the least
If one is foolish enough to do so.
Five to eight inches was the prediction
Came in like almost ten
But snow melt under tires or plows and salt
The roads an icy mess
We went sober as three blind mice
And also returned, with solemn fare
Getting stuck on our street
Thank God for neighbors who helped dig us out
Now why, why, in the name of common sense
Did we go out?
Winter's Acre (c)2015 Quentin Clingerman
Author's Note: Lawrence does know how to drive in snow. But the icy condition made it a real challenge. The need was to do some laundry (since our washer and drier were down because of work being done in the basement). Took the laundry to my daughter's home some 18 miles away.
Posted on 02/22/2015
Copyright © 2021 Quentin S Clingerman
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/23/15 at 03:47 PM|
Well expressed Quentin. I feel your pain.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/24/15 at 02:30 PM|
that is quite a distance and a trip for laundry to get done. snow, is no respecter of men or mice and their purposes. so it falls as snow will and sometimes men fall along with it and the difference being that once fallen, snows stays fallen, whereas men get up if they have the will.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/24/15 at 03:55 PM|
You've surely expressed the dilemma of how to carry on with life in a hard winter. 18 miles on ice would be an eternity. Yikes! The title to this is so expressive of the vast changes a deep snow can make to a landscape - one of my favorite titles in awhile. Loved the line "We went sober as three blind mice". Stay safe, Quentin!