Snow

Frosted and gleaming,
bespeckled white and green.
My own world in the morning
Going for hours unseeen.

I stroll across leaves and needles
strewn casually across the lawn.
Crunching and crackling beneath me,
as I greet December dawn.

Snow my greatest enemy,
and yet favorite friend by far.
You brighten up this lonely world,
like the enchanter that you are.

Drips and drops of gleams and streams,
trickle down the roof, the sidewalk and me.
Above freezing, yet still not warm,
the snow vanishes slowly, but surely.

When you're gone, the world becomes darker,
full of mud--cold, wet, and brown.
Instead of shining, shimmering, splendor,
we are left with puddles in which to drown.

Yet I know you'll come again soon,
as always when I least expect or want.
Blustering in cold and shining and wet;
your unique glow and aura you flaunt.

But according to the scientists,
you won't be seen again.
Global warming and Greenhouse Gases
suck the life from the world of men.

As I lament over snow's short life,
I wonder who's to blame for this atrocity?
'Not I.' said the President,
the Vice President, and the Secretary.

Yet we know not to listen to these men,
these men who ignored the Greenhouse Gases.
We know it was our government's fault,
because these men are asses.