The Blizzard
by
Thomas L. Dynneson
The Blizzard
December came in its usual way
The weather was temperate, almost like May
The wind in the morning was calm, but a little unclear
By noon the changes began to appear
To the northwest black clouds darkened the sky
The winds picked-up and leaves flew by
Lights in the windows began to show
A light rain had changed to snow
The winds grew stronger and bent the boughs
A call was made to man the snowplows
Waves of snow blew all around
The city grew silent with hardly a sound
Windows iced over with hardly a view of the street
The snow splattered the window like concrete
Mothers and children gathered indoors
Little tots played with their toys on the floors
Men gathered their thoughts about the past
Wondering how long this weather could last
Cars flew flags, as the snow grew high
Unseen cars at intersections drove by
The streets grew narrow when the snowplows came
No two cars could pass on a lane
Winter in Minnesota might seem insane
But people love it never the same
The Professor