Low Visibility
We find it hard to shovel snow,
With visibility,
So low.
Little flakes around us blowing;
We can't see where,
We are going,
Struggling along our path.
(Frustration changing,
Into wrath)
Blinded by these HOODS that warm us.
CLEARLY THEY ARE,
TOO ENORMOUS!
This site uses Facebook comments to make it easier for you to contribute. If you see a comment you would like to flag for spam or abuse, click the "x" in the upper right of it. By posting, you agree to our Terms of Use.