Too much glue, too much icing

Trees stand

Like many toothpicks

Molded together with too much glue

Fluffy snow covers everything

It is a winter wonderland

But not to me

Maybe in December, when this was my dream

But not February

Not almost March!

The flakes float past my window

I do not even look up

Begging the sky

For rain

Not frozen particles

For sun, for spring

Even icing on a cake grows tiresome

When there is excess

And there is icing in New England

Refusing to melt

To go away

Powdered sugar

Is detestable

Flour and other white substances

Are frowned upon

Men and women itch to put their overused shovels

In the garage for good

Or until next year

When it starts all over again