The only thing better than a snow storm
Is a Nor’easter around a glorious full moon
In the early or middle part of February
When springtime could not arrive too soon.
It stops everything in the shadow of the groundhog;
It clears the air and it lowers the boom,
While it only delays the wonderful anticipation
That the love birds with their songs
Will anon croon the hearts
Of the dreamers, finding giddiness
In the pleasure of a winter snow moon.