Not yet has it happened,

But far away it ain’t,

Cold weather & the white stuff,

Coming from the sky in fluff…

This winter I hope to be warm,

Around me I must of blankets swarm,

For each and every snow storm,

Does bring for me a worried form…

But to be honest, I look forward to its coming,

And then once its here, I can’t wait for it’s leaving,

As by next spring I won’t for winter be grieving,

Although I will miss driving in the snow,

And hearing while lying in bed,

The wind around my camper when it does blow…

© |\/| ~ 9/27/11