It came upon an evening clear
with its purpose to adhere.
There was no announcement, no fuss
but its intention to discuss.
Shocked by the fluffy, billowy stuff
I waited for a rebuff.
Perhaps a task to shovel away
white beauty this Saturday?
"No way," he emphatically said.
And so the saga of nature's gift
waits quietly for man's snow shift.
Afterthought: The sun came out, just like my husband said, so he did not have to take a snow shift.
Equation Poem: (poetic form created by Laura Purdie Salas)
Gray day + below freezing temperature = snow
Snow - freezing temperature + sun = nature's snow removal