When the cold wind blows,
And the trees are bare.
When the rooster finally crows,
And the static's in your hair.
You stay in your bed,
Very comfortable and snug.
After night has fled,
Just like a little bug.
Looking out the window,
As the leaves fly by.
Hearing as the wind blows,
And then, you close your eyes.
11/2/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another beauty, Juan. Very nice indeed. It's that time of year, too.10