Snowflakes are falling
A gentle whisper they make
Their silence is golden
But we must awake
They cover our world
In a blanket of snow
It’s just like a river
With a meandering flow
Ugly is hidden
Only beauty remains
But then there’s a issue
Your car may need chains
The shovel is near
With your name on the grip
The sidewalk is waiting
You don’t want to trip
Bend with your knees
You know how it’s done
Take time to remember
Those days in the sun
The chill holds your bones
In an icy deep blast
With fear in your heart
You know more is forecast!
Butterfly Sand 
It’s heading our way for the weekend. I know the drill. Good luck, Pam!
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I’d like to hibernate until March!
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Punxsutawney Phil has a gig like that – show up for one day, then go back to sleep. Maybe you can work on that.
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Pam, if I ever would’ve wanted my name on anything, it sure as hell wouldn’t be on the handle of a snow shovel!!! Lol. Love this poem. It’s so appropriate…..we have two storms coming…..Thursday into Friday and then Saturday into Sunday. ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️
🐾Ginger 🐾
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I’m looking at a storm right now and I am not amused!
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Yep! Nothing funny about them! 😡 Stay safe and toasty warm.
🐾Ginger 🐾
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LOL, Pamela. I’m so glad I’m here.
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Me too!
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I mean down here in the warmth. I’ll bet you are glad I’m down here too. 😀
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I’ happy you are not having to deal with this weather (cold!!). I would join you if I could.
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