Old man winter
isn't done,
He proved he's
still quite agile...
By dumping rain,
and then some ice,
On bent limbs
that are fragile.
Like some mad
man who is out of control,
He leaves us
with no doubt...
That cold and
blow, and too much snow,
Are what he is
about.
And if he
smelled a whiff of spring,
It sure did set
him off...
For how can
man act on his thoughts,
Of shooting game
of golf?
When winter
blows offensive breath,
And gives us no
respite...
From feel of
cold, and white of snow,
That falls both
day and night.
Oh come on
spring, don't be afraid,
To make your
presence known...
Chase away my
winter woes,
Add color
to my home.
©
01/29/10 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Winter
Wonderland
