-4C, with a wind chill of -11

It’s still snowing in Norfolk, and today is colder than any day was in January, so I am still in a bad mood.  I have employed reverse psychology upon myself and rather than moan on about the weather YET AGAIN, I have written a poem in appreciation of it:

Snow is beautiful.
It enhances the landscape in the way that make-up enhances a woman.
It is cold, and yet it brings warmth to the hearts of millions.
It can be sculpted, melted, eaten, thrown, enjoyed, loathed, dreaded and anticipated.
Sometimes it looks like a Christmas card.
Sometimes it looks like the top of a birthday cake, waiting to be licked and swallowed.
Sometimes it looks like God has ejaculated a man-load over the countryside.
It is many things, to many people.
But always, always, it is here….

Alright - well I said I’d written a poem, I didn’t say it was good.

RC 11-3-13