Snow, a Word If You Please:
by Benjamin Heller

The snow comes down in flakes,
It builds up into drifts,
But when the sun shines strong
It does not long persist.
You'd think it'd have learned by now,
How things proceed in nature,
But every time it's coming down
It seems so goddamn sure.
You need a plan, my icy friends,
To conquer the ground below,
Don't just keep trying blindly
And you'll get far, you know.