WHITE STUFF.
Silently falling,
snow covers windows,
clouds frown in angry accord
and I look forward
to the time when it thaws.
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Rare in Cornwall
wnen grass becomes hoared
with frost and Tessa-dog
cannot run madly outdoors
like me she gets bored.
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Today\'s walk calling
I welcome the forecast that
cold will soon warm
so coated and ready in hall
we do not dawdle.
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Yet when opened is door
and Tess rushes snow-ward
her racing falters
as slipping and sliding canine
excitement stalls
in surprise at ice-coated paws
and slyly creeps towards
hearthrug once more.
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Cold-weather unordered
my Tessa prefers fireside roars
to hugging that icy-white
stuff now piling up outdoors.
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