Frigid Perditions
Though the most glorious, known as fall.
Winter, the most powerful season of all
Days and nights, full of crisp gentle flakes
Until Old Man winter, grumbles and wakes,
With the easterly wind, creating the blitz,
While sleeping in warmth, hearing no fits,
I awake, looking out, with muddled wits.
Pallid coverage everywhere, with solid bits,
Scaled, in glacial elements, as I begin to leave,
My travels today, pleading for a reprieve.
No acceptance for me, I must trek the route.
Now prepared and readied, adorning the suit,
I set forth steady, against the angry conditions.
Old Man winter has come with frigid perditions
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2009
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