Vendetta

More snow.  Granted... it's not much, but still.... snow?  Really?  Again?

I heard a vendetta

Against snow

Last night,

The simple wrongness

Of it all.

She shoveled snow off her lawn

So it would melt on the driveway.

So often others say

So often others do

What I wish I had the chutzpah

To do. 

Today I consider

The vendetta

The poetic vendetta

As homage to spring.

My shovel awaits.