Hurry as the flurries start
From the lowering sky
Just a flake now here and there
Quicker now, they’re everywhere
And even though your head is bent
They hit you in the eye
Plod your way until there’s just
A door between you and warmth
You search your pockets frantically
Oh where in the world is the blessed key!
Fumble it into the frozen lock
As you stumble into the cozy house
And let the winter cry

call it a sonnet(ish) for Every Snowfall 2019-20, #21

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