Walked outside and kablooie; the cold sucked my breath away. Came back in for a while, then shoveled the walk amidst other morning events. As I shoveled, these lines appeared in my frozen head. Young, old, good, bad, or otherwise, there is no ignoring the weather. A greater power puts all that frozen white all over, and it ain’t me and you! Enjoy.

WHITE

Everywhere white, dazzling all frozen,

Sledder’s delight, some, not what they’d have chosen.

A race down the hill, or numbness to your feet,

Laughing in moment, marble skin, pale as sheet.

Kids fight to get out, adults inside scurry,

Old scrape the sidewalks, to young, what’s the hurry.

Snow keeps on drifting, adding to overnight,

Commonplace objects transform, buried from sight.

Put on several layers, till clothes just won’t fit,

Walk dog, feed the birds, cat stays warm for a bit.

Quiet amazing, sound muffled, winter’s might,

Neutral bulldozer color, soundless is white.

Wind whips breath away when chores take you outside,

Brutal chill pushes hard, falling in to hide.

Rain swirling, crystal water, no two repeat

Liquid stalactites, temporarily neat.

Man’s follies grind still, on a winter command,

It doesn’t take long finding who rules the land.

No matter how mighty, who’s wrong, or who’s right,

The weather’s beyond us, a sovereign in white.