The once warm glowing ball in the sky is now hidden

Behind the icy bluish-white clouds.
Knee deep snow, sparkling, glistening, and glowing.
It’s so white!
No school for kids, they are too busy
Warming their toes by the crackling fireplace,
A mug with hot cocoa with mini marshmallows in one hand,
Arms tucked under little cute blankets
While watching cartoons.
Big brothers and fathers are
Breaking their backs outside in the negative degree weather,
Determined to clear the pathways where people walk.
“Here we go,” Andrew says as he tries to break the ice.
Scraping………Scraping………Scraping………..Scraping.
Shoveling up heavy heaps of snow, making the frozen
Cement as visible as it was in the summer.
But all the men on the block seem to be making progress,
The cold powdered sugar begins dusting the ground again.
“It’s gonna be another brutal one,”
Old man Rivers with his dusty gray beard says in a raspy voice.
He blows his warm breath into his frost-white hands and concludes,
“Only in the North, only in the north.”