Again? Really?

Early morning you were a mist,

Dampening the world.

Soon your voice could not

Remain silent,

Tick, tick, tick,

Pellets crashed against the panes,

Reminding everyone of your power.

Silence again,

Wet flakes fling down from above,

Filling in the gaps between grass blades,

Frosting rooftops,

Glazing sidewalks and streets.

Wind sends you careening sideways

Swirling out of control.

At the end of the day

You rest.

You have created another polar landscape.

Could this be your last?