The snow was all around today,

The trees laden, of white fluffy stuff, emerged in the gray blue sky.

There was a chill in the air.

No birds were singing.

The sound of shovels could be heard.

The tread of feet crunched in the snow paved drive,

Taking care of early morning rise.

The day began for many a hurried man,

And woman,

Speeding by.

GRB