Many people dislike the snow.
It's a nuisance - they would know.
It freezes the windshields of parked cars,
Freezes shut the glass doors of bars
With warm beers;
Heineken, Weissbier.
I like the snow.
It falls and covers up my weeds;
They still sit in the ground, I know,
But covered in white, they can't be seen.
But sometimes the ice and powder
Also covers my precious flowers.