Woe Is Winter

Woe Is Winter Woe again to my new winter Out each window am a squinter Looking at all the sheets of white Blaring cold taking another bite. If in desert living on dirty ranch Would not experience avalanche But if high on a mountainside May be taken for quite a ride. Skiing swiftly down a high hill May be traumatic and a thrill And while talking to some nerds Asked me if I skied backwards. Enjoy Christmas while you can And are boiling items in a pan Of pastries must be a good judge May make peanut brittle or maybe fudge. (Unless you are carrying a grudge.) Jim Horn