A Storm Is a Brewing
Dark grey clouds behind the barren trees
Snow is on the ground, yet it is 50 degrees
There is a storm a brewing that is easy to see
Rain, ice and snow they say is going to be.
The squirrels scurry about in hopes a nut will be found
Before the snow arrives and they are tree bound
People hustle and bustle to the store they go
Stocking up on groceries and spending all their dough
Old man winter must not done with us yet
They are saying this one could be the worse one yet.
Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015
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