Slush

By Ben Fetterman

As the weather warms slowly
After a snow storm
Comes the inevitable end of the
Pristine snow covered landscape.
It starts with a slow drip,
A pile of snow becoming a puddle.
On it’s way there though,
Is the worst part of winter.
The freezing cold,
Semi-frozen mess
That makes driving a pain,
And, if the weather turns cold once more,
Becomes sheets of ice.
The bane of winter
It is
Slush