The weathermen were not prepared, the storm turned West towards the shore For eighteen hours it came down in blinding sheets three feet and more. It buried cars, it covered streets It weighted down branches on the trees, it dusted roofs It snarled the roads, The winter storm did as it pleased
When it was done, the air was calm a cold serene and peaceful scene. The snow in drifts lay on the ground as I looked upon what once was green.
Then, as whiteness overawed the earth A single red snowdrop appeared. It briefly touched the snow draped earth then rose again towards heaven's sphere then one by one, here and there flakes disengaged and rose on high until all the snow that was earthbound in blinding flight had disappeared.
In a flash, the snow was gone The fields of earth once more were green No traces of the storm remained like a half remembered dream.