Winter Blues
Winter Blues
A cold chill filled the air.
A frost lay on the grass.
I didn't see the ice
and fell upon my ass.
I stood up very slowly,
with many huffs and groans,
my whole attention focused
on the aching in my bones.
Some think the season's lovely,
with snowball fights and such,
until it's time to shovel,
then they don't like it much!
Next year will be much different,
at least from where I stand.
I'm moving to Miami,
and working on my tan!
Gary S. Watkins
11/09/2015
Write me a Winter Poem – Poetry Contest
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2015
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