Of winter winds I hereby miss,
On the nose the cold does kiss,
Snowflakes to catch, such bliss,
Nothing in winter months amiss…
Snow drifts to play and roll,
Leaning against the wind on a stroll,
Use more but who cares of coal,
Gotta keep warm, as well smoke a bowl…
No thunder to scare my pup,
Barking at the thunder to shut up,
Each season holds for us beauty,
But of winter we truly miss…
© ed ~ 7/22/06
B&R
ET
Love Tinka
a look at the passion nature gives us when she changes her dress.
Susan
Leave the porch light on; we're on the way, with snowflakes.