Who Looks Forward To Seeing Snow
Temperatures constantly drop,
the first chill stroke my unknown sense,
that sense which causes depression:
when winter knocks once as luck does
to state its indisputable intention....
who looks forward to seeing snow?
Children like snow and some adults do also,
but thinking of how cold it will get,
most of us rather think of sunny beaches
on those islands savoring summer's dreams...
then who looks forward to seeing snow?
By the ajar door, where shivering robins eat my breadcrumbs,
I hold and sip a hot cup of Miss Swiss chocolate
and curiously watch how they struggle with their iced beaks:
I pity them and let them in...who looks forward to seeing snow?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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