The Lord's angels are sent to prosper our way,
Rain showers.. then snow, came on Valentine's Day.
     When we opened our shades..in the dawns early light
What greeted our eyes were..  blankets of white.

The dog left her paw print to stamp a heart mold,
Waded thru' deep snow to the end of the road.
She waited  for her master to pick up the mail.
Alas letters are slow when it creeps like a snail;
 " Ad Shoppers" come faster in tubes without fail.

The Valentine so proper is right where we stand,
 When the winter returns to prosper the land.
The good Lord above, who before us we walk,
Sends us picture post cards without fancy talk...
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© Andrea Jeanne Petersen
Written February 14, 2005
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!