Wintry Hostility

I went to the window and looked out with dread.

This was one day I should go back to bed!

My car was missing; it was no where in sight.

It was replaced by a mountain of chrystal white.

I bundled up tightly and went out in the cold.

The wintery effect was quite a sight to behold.

The ground was icy, my footing unsure;

The layers on my car completly secure.

I chipped and I scraped for an hour, maybe two,

Sure that my lips must be turning blue.

With aching fingers, I went where it was warm

Trying to escape this wintry storm.

My retreat short-lived, I headed back out.

I drove to work on an ice-covered route.

The weather, now drier, still freezes my toes.

Thats why I'm now wearing 10 layers of clothes.