Winter Poem by Mark Money

little children with little red noses
press them to the windowpane
and watch as summer closes
and winter begins her lengthy stay.

outside, cold northern winds begin to blow
and from the darkened sky
small white flakes start to fall, but snow
never hinders children while at play.

sometimes, winter is my favorite season,
but the cold, and the snow
and my torn coat are a reason
to look forward to spring, on its way.

© (1971—Tulsa, OK)