Winter
Three winters ago I had my fill of the snow
My travel's through the Midwest have been a race
Keeping the cold behind me, not losing a toe
I have won, for the most part, sun on my face
My travel's through the Midwest have been a race
But for all this running, there is nothing to show
I have won for the most part, the sun on my face
My prize, isolation, inside my own grotto
But for all this running, there is nothing to show
My heart cares not for this ridiculous chase
My prize. Isolation inside my own grotto
Was never the goal while I was setting the pace
My heart cares not for this ridiculous chase
Keeping the cold behind me, not losing a toe
Was never the goal while I was setting the pace
Three winters ago I had my fill of the snow
December 31, 2020
Winter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
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