Our snow came many weeks ago
But still it's here.
Once it comes, it's slow to melt
Though skies are clear.
The sun comes out and does its best
But gets nowhere.
Outside, the weather's very cold
But I don't care
I snuggle down inside my house.
And look outside.
I marvel at the beauty there
And view with pride
'Cause old Jack Frost
Can't get to me.
I'm sheltered from the nasty cold.
I'm warm and free.
(c) 2005 Henry L. Lefevre
Love this smiling poem
Thanks !
Tracey