Winter storms have covered the land in snow,
And the chilly winds have kept folks indoors.
They have to shovel if they wish to go
To any of the restaurants or stores,
But they wish to stay away from the slop
That coats roads in an obstacle course
Where sometimes they are unable to stop,
And physics operates in a new force.
If only they could get away from there
Where winter is a distant memory,
A warm place with a desert atmosphere
With a pool under a stand of palm trees.
It’s a lifestyle they might not have heard,
Leaving cold behind to be a snowbird.
John Collings 