Along the roadsides,
trees were shivering with
branches holding heap of snowflakes;
they were pilling up,
stacking each other on top.
The branches began to drop down,
as they were touching the grounds.
Tree hollow was buried under,
cluster of ice crystals,
a cuckoo chick extended her brittle beaks,
and letting her fellow ones that,
how horrible the weather is!
On the messy roads,
cars struggled to move,
but continued on a slow pace.
Those parked cars almost,
looked like snow huts,
ready to be occupied.
The wiper blades were already
raised to both sides but,
snow was hard on it.
Kids were building their snowman,
giggling and pretending to be his friend.
Teens and adults walking around,
with their snow shovels,
but can’t see their face and hands,
they were covered with furry garments.
Can hear their snow boots,
smashing the slushy piles of snow.
At a far distance,
they resembled busy penguins,
wearing black and white jackets.
but, did they really enjoyed the snow?
Everything was dull and cold,
made it hard to see the dead ends.
But, nature is restless,
she heals us and herself.