FEBRUARY 14, 2014

They said the snow would be big and bad.  Shut us in our houses, make us weak and sad.

It did snow, the ground turned white But it wasn't heavy; in fact it was light.

They said eight inches but I confess,
It always looked to me like less.
That's from my window, not outside,
But I think I could have gone for a pony ride.

It's all gone now; I may go out.
And to fierce winter I will shout,
You may come back but you won't stay,
Think of May this Valentine's Day!