A snowbound road too slick to pass
Diversions and detours along the way.
How is it that life seems to stop,
Because it is a snowy day?
How can a flake so delicate,
Hold great machines at bay –
When it so easily melts away?
Frozen Way
Padre's Ramblings
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It’s mind-boggling isn’t it? But those delicate flakes can soon accumulate!
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Every flake is a fluke waiting to happen.
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Ah…..I remember our days in rural Iowa….now THOSE were blizzards! And yes, those beautiful delicate flakes turned into a swirling hurling curtain of white!
Your poem brought back memories….
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It is amazing, isn’t it the way something so fragile can band together to create chaos. I do not miss my morning commutes to work in the winter!
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Good questions, Padre! One of my friends who lives in KY said if they get a dusting, they haul out all of the big machines. Here in MI we need at least a few inches before anything gets set in motion. I guess it depends on what you’re used to as to how you’ll respond or not. Nice poem and metaphor.
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Very timely, given we had freezing rain changing to snow here in my world today. Before it “melts away” it can do a heckuva lot of damage!! Great poem.
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Timely indeed. We had a 5″ snowfall last Thursday … I actually paid someone to shovel. Which I NEVER do. The snow weighed a ton, money well spent.
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I remember driving my VW bug back to school after an Iowa blizzard. The drifts were higher than my car.
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those delicate flakes are causing the same grief in my part of the worlsd as well. thank you
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Nice one Padre. The works of nature leaves us in that kind of contemplation
Have a good week
Much💖love
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Stunning Padre!
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