Snow is falling with frenzied force
Leaving slush
Covered with a moist, soft blanket
coating the roads.
As temperatures descend
The soft flakes insulating the water
and slush on the roadway
Becomes crusty
Grabbing a wandering tire
Racing on to an uncertain destination.
I shall remain home safe and sound
Curled up with a bowl of chili
Either watching or listening
And know all is well with my world.
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