Old Man Winter Snuck Up On Me
OLD MAN WINTER
SNUCK UP ON ME.
I REALIZED THIS
WHEN I SAW MY TREE.
NO LEAVES ON THE TREE
POOR TREE WAS BARE
WINTERS FROST
WAS IN THE AIR.
THE CLOUDS WERE GRAY.
THE TEMPS WERE LOW.
WINTER'S WINDS
WERE STARTING TO BLOW
THE DAYS WERE SHORT
THE NIGHTS WERE LONG.
A WARM FIREPLACE
IS WHERE I BELONG.
THE SNOW WILL FALL
WITHOUT A SOUND,
GENTLY LANDING
TILL IT BLANKETS THE GROUND.
I'LL WAIT FOR SPRING
SHE'LL BE HERE SOON.
LONGER DAYS AND
THE FLOWERS WILL BLOOM.
OLD MAN WINTER
DESERVES SOME TIME.
TILL SPRING RETURNS
WITH WARM SUNSHINE.
Michael E. Harris
01042023
Copyright © Michael E. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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