Winter Morning Decision
Winter Morning Decision
Of wind, not a whisper
Just a bright, white lustre
More than a duster
Not really a bluster
Just a flakey fluster
A cluster of snow
Driving question to answer:
Will I be a slider, and swerver
On streets covered over
Like the white cliffs of Dover?
Should I get dressed and shovel
The driveway with my Wovel
My Wovel a shovel on wheels?
Or choose another pile to uncover
Blanketing a wonder
A berth of dreams, current abode of my lover
That is, crawl back into bed
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