Self isolating, with nowhere to go,
I gazed out on last night’s wintery blast.
Everywhere were huge piles of new snow,
I’d need to head outside and bust my ass.
But, first, senior’s hour shopping must be done,
and all purchases dropped at my front door.
Then, grab a shovel, battle to be won,
cleaning nature’s new dump was quite the chore.
Inside at last, I remove winter gear
to complete 20 second COVID scrub,
then look outside, as skies begin to clear,
Is winter now over, No Siree, Bub!