Gently the February snow flies through the air

and softly kisses the ground here and there.

Swirling and tossed around by the angry and whistling wind,

Winter's snow is waiting to take on a new form to befriend.

She's about to give life to a parched and weary Earth

and the future flower slumbering in its wintry berth.

Another six weeks of winter has been today's weary prediction

from Pennsylvania Phil, a rodent with a weather reporter's predilection.

A furry creature that stands about 2 foot six, maybe more or less...

Phil is quite the debonair creature around the town...he's such a mess!

For me, six more weeks of Winter doesn't mean to huddle down

into blankets, to cuss, get angry or to wear an unhappy frown.

I have to admit that I like cooler temperatures and I love the snow.

I wish I could say more, but the snow is calling me out to play, I gotta go!

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