A Winter's Day

The summer has long since faded The sky seems eternally grey, A white carpet laid down on the landscape clearing the green grass away. The house is chilly this morning, Out to the woodbox I go When suddenly I realize, The Mercury's hit forty below! Trees have started to splinter, cracking like lightning in the air And if you've never heard it, It's sure to give you a scare! Like gunshots in a war zone they crack and explode on key, and leave shards of broken and shattered wood Where once there was a tree. The lakes have now frozen over, my swimming hole now sports an ice hut, cause the fishing just got a lot better, Through the 8 inch auger hole that I've cut. I can see the fish swimming beneath me, I try tempting him with my bait; as he swims to the hook to take a quick look, One jerk, and I've sealed his fate. He fights and he bites and he dances, trying to shake the hook with all of his might but I've set it so well, it's easy to tell That It's all over except for the fight. Supper time is nearing, my fresh trout is on to eat, The woodstoves working overtime, Warming up my feet. After dinner a warm bath and a movie, A few more inches of snow has amassed, but on a little lighter note, One more day of winter's now passed. Winter's not as bad as it seems. Some look at it with a vile detest. In the north we grin and bear it, In my stories I share it, and of each day we just make the best…