Waiting for winter
The colorful leaves of Fall have gone.
The coldish wind that arrived today
Snatched and drove them from my lawn.
And while I'm not sad they've flown away,
It means that soon a new season will dawn.
The season of cold and snow and sleet.
Shovelling, brushing, plowing the drive.
Toques for heads, and boots for feet
With the warmest of coats you can survive,
As Winter's worst with a smile you greet.
Enjoy the first snow as you dash to the shed,
Coated mittened and toqued for fun
You search 'til you find your favorite sled.
From the top of the hill you plan the first run.
Think of the speed, of the thrill just ahead.
The coldish wind that arrived today
Snatched and drove them from my lawn.
And while I'm not sad they've flown away,
It means that soon a new season will dawn.
The season of cold and snow and sleet.
Shovelling, brushing, plowing the drive.
Toques for heads, and boots for feet
With the warmest of coats you can survive,
As Winter's worst with a smile you greet.
Enjoy the first snow as you dash to the shed,
Coated mittened and toqued for fun
You search 'til you find your favorite sled.
From the top of the hill you plan the first run.
Think of the speed, of the thrill just ahead.
posted by Oldguy | 3:56 pm
1 Comments:
Your poem will be lost on the next generation of kids who live in the municipalities with brilliant Councillors who have now banned sledding because it is too dangerous.
Kate
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