A Vermonter can't explain
To anyone else
How they can tell when it's about to
Snow.
The sky seems full,
Somehow,
Like it just took a huge breath and is just waiting
Waiting
To let it out,
Blowing puffs of small magic
Down from the sky.
A Vermonter knows
When it is about to snow.
The world is expectant
The ground is frozen and grey.
But I wonder,
As I stare at the sky and see the silver blanket over the earth,
Perhaps it's really
Just a Vermonter
Who snaps their fingers and says,
"Now,"
That makes the snow fall.
To anyone else
How they can tell when it's about to
Snow.
The sky seems full,
Somehow,
Like it just took a huge breath and is just waiting
Waiting
To let it out,
Blowing puffs of small magic
Down from the sky.
A Vermonter knows
When it is about to snow.
The world is expectant
The ground is frozen and grey.
But I wonder,
As I stare at the sky and see the silver blanket over the earth,
Perhaps it's really
Just a Vermonter
Who snaps their fingers and says,
"Now,"
That makes the snow fall.
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