Ode to a blizzard

At first of snow I thought, 'Neat!
A wonderful wintry treat!'
But now I have seen several feet
And as my feet slip on sleet,

I think perhaps I was wrong...

Its supposed to be warm, lovely spring.
But flowers this March 1st won't bring.
No birds and no bees.
No blooms on the trees.

Instead lots of snow
And winds that will blow
my car into a ditch.
Winter, my dear, you're a bitch.