Watching snowflakes falling down

By Linda Julian Rutherford

Watching snowflakes falling down

Drifting softly to the ground

Now, it is starting to pile

Bringing to my face a smile

We love the changing of the seasons

Which is one of many reasons

Why we choose to live here now

The where, the when and also how

This is the life that we sought

Drinking a nice beverage, hot

On the fire, one more log

Digging pathways for the dog

The weather person on TV

Getting hopes up, for those who ski

Says further storms, on the way,

Might snow you in another day

Closing down a major highway

There is no alternate byway

Do not take a country back road

GPS is wrong what it showed

I’m tired of this epic snow

Another storm, time to blow

Shoveling it above my head

More piling up, makes me dread

As it’s getting deeper still

Making mountains from a hill

There is nowhere, to put more

Oh, my muscles, they are sore

When the snow plow leaves a berm

Making soft snow very firm

Now it is “Sierra Cement”

Another natural event

Mother Nature’s still in charge

Bringing in these storms so large

To us she is trying to show

Something that we all must know

It’s a Winter wonderland

Truly now, isn’t it grand?

Soon it will all disappear

Looking forward to next year

About this poem: Shoveling snow is a tedious, trying task. But, as we see above, it can serve as an excellent stimulant for a reverie cast in heptameter, a verse where all lines contain seven metrical feet (syllables).

About this poet: The author is a resident of Graeagle who has a knack for weathering a winter of "epic storms".