Sandy Supposes....

Winter

         Snug in my jacket, a scarf, a chapeau, and some mitts

         my trusty shovel and I set forth to battle some drifts.

         Our plan was simple: push the snow from here to there.

         Re-locate the white stuff that was flung everywhere.

         Not merely fluffy, powdery, feathery, and nice

         this ground cover was cantankerous crunchy snow-ice.

         Snowflakes fall in a swirling cloud.

         Walkers surge in a billowing crowd.

         Toques bob, mittens wave, scarves flap.

         One bright red umbrella, snap.