Snowflakes
I know they’re up there
Waiting on word to go
Trillions upon trillions
Little soldier flakes of snow
Plotting against us
Such devious little ones
Hording amongst themselves
Until they fall by the tons
A blinding whiteout
They attack you and me
Silent but deadly
Limiting our ability to see
Gaining strength as a Nor’easter
AKA a New England Blizzard
Commander in chief of winter storms
By every snowflake a respected Wizard
Arch enemy of the warm Sun
He enlists the help of arctic air
Beckoning warm precipitation
To ripe battlefield he dares
With howling winds they begin to fall
Accumulation of inch upon inch
The soldier snowflakes
Claiming, “This should be a synch”
But who’s this bundled up warrior
With soldier snowflake shootin’ machine
Snowflakes piling up so high
The enemy so new and mean
Clearing a driveway down to asphalt
Laughing as the snowflakes fly
Under the warm Sun
The snowflakes say good-bye
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