shovel me out

winter won't
go away.
the old man in
his heavy coat
long white
beard
and frosted
hair
wants to stay.
this is my
time, he says.
my hour
of weather.
I want to make
slick your roads
down
your lines,
close
your schools
and work.
I want to linger
just a little
bit longer.
I am old.
but I am strong.
quit whining,
and shovel
me out.