Was it just a week ago that I ran outside without a coat and full-length tights? It’s hard to recall now, given the blowing snow and cloudy skies. While I realize February is hanging on by a slim thread, I thought we’d crossed the threshold to spring. I was wrong. Silly me, trying to rush Mother Nature. What in the world was I thinking??
In an effort to whine in a more productive manner, I’ve been working on a poem. After several rounds of edits, I like it, but I’m not sure that I love it. Please feel free to offer suggestions in the comments. I promise…I won’t be offended.
Winter’s Revenge
Awakened by a furious, whipping wind I huddle beneath the covers and groan Creaking and shuddering my house complains Go away Winter, relinquish your throne! Braving chill bumps I crawl from my bed With courage gathered, I open the blind Dismayed at the sight I lower my head Go away Winter, enough with this grind! Swirling and dancing, snowflakes fly Pine trees sway to an unheard tune Critters and birds nowhere to be seen Be gone with you Winter, 'tis time for good-bye!
Wildberry Walker 