Frigid Shift
Snow like no one has seen before.
Piled high in plowed drifts,
To sit against blocked doors.
Artic tops with warm air mixed...
Gathers moisture to dropp flakes,
Unstopping in this fix!
Coming as it does,
In this frigid shift!
Those in cities and rural towns alike,
Witness changes...
Of a plight in their sight!
What is now ocurring,
Did not stir up overnight.
Can Mother Nature be appeased,
To again be pleased and make things right?
Or are we so ignorant...
To choose excuses,
Over the use of insight!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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