Promising Hope Of An Early Spring Poem by Shaun Cronick

Time to dig out those winter woolies,
Locate that warm hat and toasty scarf.
And don't forget those thermal socks,
Two pairs, for don't do things by half.

Time to buy a Fjallraven rewool coat,
A little more quality than the rest.
But guaranteed to keep a wearer warm,
A great coat doing what it does best.

For this winter has finally arrived,
Its thick frost heavy on the ground.
And the trees are completely bare,
With not a single leaf to be found.

The Winter King is now on his march.
A raw unforgiving season has arrived.
And all those woodland little critters,
Do tire and struggle to stay alive.

At times a helping hand is required,
To aid all in this very bleak time.
They will welcome any food bestowed,
For to ignore them would be a crime.

Keeping warm is the name of the game,
Against the elements winter does bring.
And to warm the cockles of any heart,
Is the promising hope of an early spring.