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