POEM - Southern Snow

We wait for snow

In a place where it is foreign

Scared of the arrival

But it is not cold

Or wet or ice

We fear

In the changing weather

It is the change in us

We are slow to adapt

And the consideration

Of such unusual events

Makes us have occasion to ponder

That's when things happen

With a squeal and a crack

Or nothing happens

And the outside is abandoned

Shunned for such improprieties

Such silliness

Bless your heart

Snowing?!

In the South, no less

Of all places

My, my, my