The weather is cool with expected snow;
all the weather stations are telling me,
and as I lay in bed- I hear snow blow;
but, when I wake the flakes are feathery,
so this winter child is full of great glee,
O, so beautiful is a snow draped tree !
The weatherman said on TV to dress warm;
as I walk along snowflakes kiss my lips,
I love my world after a winter storm;
snow covered cars are abandoned doomed ships,
the path I walk like a valley of dips,
and once in awhile a frigid wind whips !
An elderly man is feeding the birds;
in the snowy cold park where ducks still float,
in my mind swirling are poetry words;
watching- I wrap tight the scarf at my throat,
happy I am wearing my Artic coat,
O, lovely is a chittering bird note !
This winter child loves when weather is cold;
and when the weather is snow uncontrolled !
January 02, 2022
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1418-560-02
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Brian Strand Rime
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 02/22/2022
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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