The warmth of autumn's golden grace

Had not been chilled by winter's face

When suddenly, our town arose

To frozen pipes and frosty toes

For all around, both up and down

The byways of our Emerald town

Fell not the rain, we used to know

But downy fluffs of drifting snow

At first we welcomed cozy chores

Like baking bread, then out of doors

We'd brightly go, with broom in hand

To clear the walks where snow would stand

But after days of homebound bliss

We started getting tired of this

And thought, if one more flake would fall

We'd find a way to end it all

So when at last our wintry chains

Were melted by the falling rains

We hoped, though it might freeze in Hell

On us again, snow never fell

Carol Smith

Admiral