You lazy snow
that's lounging on my deck.
Your shape has grown
from just
a crystal speck
to
such a walrus-like
atrocity.

I welcomed you
when
you were itty-bitty.

But now you seem to plan
an overstay.

I hear
more friends will soon be on their way,
and
as you occupy my back yard deck
my house thermometer,
I'll double-check.

For, like a lion,
March came stalking in,
where February's snows already been
to leave you
lying there in my deck chair.
while growing
thick and debonair.

So,
soon there'll be warming sun,
I pray,
to take your chilly friends,
and you,
away.

I'll watch,
as you so slowly
melt and shrink,
and by my window,
sit and sip my drink.