I Almost Slipped Today

The silent settling snow

setting snares for smooth

soled shoes. Sidewalk

surfaces slathered slickly

so solid standing is

suspect.

Sneaky snow, smothering

streets, slyly supplanting

steadiness with slips, spins,

and sliding. Sordid and spectacular,

snows, slopping and sloshing,

so simply.

Stopping stifled by slippery

sediment so snowbound;

seems a scam of the seasons,

to so seriously stagnate the

stalwart with salacious snows

and sick slickness.

Sleet and snow showering

from seedy skies, set on

slapping the sinful and the saints

into submission and servitude,

so shovels sit stationary and

stop.

Snow and sleet, set to succeed,

silently seducing streets and

sidewalks with solicitations and

salutations. Snidely smiling and

smoothly sneering at Spring, sitting

in the stands.

Snowy and sleety, slushy and

slick; sinister, silent, smooth

settling snows, still standing

superior, sealing Spring’s

surprises in a seasonal sepulcher.

I almost slipped today.