A Short Treatise on Winter Weather…
Won’t be growing anytime soon any heather,
Birds do grow extra in the winter feathers,
People do where in the cold jackets of leather,
I don’t know where to go, what to do or whether…
Snow on the horizon and predicted,
The geese do fly south; they have been evicted,
To this winter weather I doubt I will become addicted,
When young I did love the cold,
Now I find that I, myself, have contradicted…
Cold for quite a bit longer,
What does not kill us; makes us all the stronger,
No more in the summer will I complain of the heat,
Happy am I, I do not live on the cold concrete street…
© ed ~ 12/16/04
I am happy to warm at night and does not sleep on the cold concrete...for sure!!
Love Tiunka
Amen to that, my friend; we should all count our blessings this winter; and we should all try to help the less fortunate - it's estimated that there are 3 million homeless men, women, and children in this country. And, of course, millions of unwanted, neglected, severely abused, and abandoned pets.