Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Remembering Winter


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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