Snow-time
The snow is snowing
The wind is blowing
It's time to come out of the cold.
My nose is frozen
The far north I've chosen
But that was when I felt bold.
The blizzard just past us
It couldn't outlast us
At least that is what I've been told.
For now I am staying
And meanwhile I'm praying
That pneumonia doesn't take hold.
I lived through that blizzard
Without freezing my gizzard
Spring must be near -- so I'm told.
And when spring gets here
I won't shed a tear
I'll just leave the land of the bold.
Don't I wish!
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and Love - Micke