Now snow in October is surely the thing–
I get a great kick from it then.
I smile as I wade it a-going to work
And grin as I gaze from my den.
For it all seems so new and so beautiful. too
When the first snow comes tumbling to earth.
But now in the spring I’m so tired of the thing
I just can’t pretend any mirth.
And still I suppose when next fall brings it’s snows
I’ll be grinning as I’ve grinned before,
And smile as it hits me and gets in my ears–
THEN cuss it in spring as before.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 29, 1933
