ba, ba, ba, blizzard!
Gone December, gone January, soon to be February, come March and still lay a blanket of white. Bare branches, blue skies with layers of white, the swirl and twirl of the wind brings about faded backdrops, the sun shines down upon black roads creating a reflective path. Winter is making a statement, “I’m still here,” just put your snow boots on and take a walk outside. It’s a ba, ba, ba, blizzard!