Winter, my old
friend...
I see you beyond the
hill
Autumn's last leaf
swept away
My shoulders shake
with chill
Are my bones just
getting old?
They say you're on the
way.
Even the clouds have
lost their fluff
They seem so flat, so
grey.
Yet, I recall a winter
past
When cold couldn't
halt my play
And the crunch of snow
beneath my boots
Brought smiles to my
day.
As snowballs landed at
my feet
Thrown by admiring
boys
Placing me on center
stage
I can hear their
swishing noise.
As days grow short and
cold winds blow
I glance at the orange
sun
Remembering so long
ago
When winter just meant
fun!
© Shelly Sitzer, 2019
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| Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons |
