First snowfall was a novelty.
Feathery light. Easy to navigate.
Snowflakes landing on a nose
a source of delight.
A leisurely morning stroll.
Second blast a bit of a shock.
What’s a girl to do
when the snow is deep enough
to touch your belly
and turn you into a canine snowplow
just to traverse your own yard?
Mission accomplish
in spite of adverse conditions,
you dash back inside, 
foiling any attempt on your person’s part
to snap a picture.
Probably muttering to yourself
that it’s hard enough
to have to go out in the snow
to take care of business.
And she wants to take a picture of the event!
Good grief, Charlie Brown.