Oh the weather outside.

Hi folks: Well this week I'm back to a reasonable posting time. The eastern Half of the country is blanketed in snow and e verybodys digging out for the holidays. Hopefully your staying warm were you are. Here's this weeks poem:

Snow

By Lawrence R. Berger

It's that time of year

when white flakes fall

from the sky and shovels

come out of hiding and the plows hit the road.

People huddle together for warmth

and the homeless head for shelters.

Burning trash cans dot the landscape

and people bring home packeges of all types.

There is a hush in the air.

See you next week.