Snow Feelings

Unlike the squirrel, I guess...

...I have a double-edged relationship
With snow. An on-the-one-hand-on-the-other
Kind of response. As it falls I'd rather
It continued. When it ceases, feelings dip
As if something special has been removed
And normality will soon be resumed.
But as the car is smothered, logs entombed
And walking to the post office proves
Hazardous, emotions change. It's hard
To get our groceries, the post is late,
The visit that we planned will have to wait
And the cat refuses to step into the yard.
We like a pretty postcard scene out there
But inconvenience we just can't bear.