sky

it cracked wide open from the cold
unburdening its pearly load
three feet deep it hid the road
and snowed and snowed and snowed

the wind then started its attacks
first on my face then up my slacks
around my neck and down my back
my poor chapped lips began to crack

the howling wind was not alone
its teeth sank coldly to my bone
I pushed through drifts like waves of foam
the journeys end would be my home

I was not bothered by the snow
or that the wind would choose to blow
it's only winter, plus I know
I've only three short blocks to go

That's Snow Business!