There is a rumor
forecasting snow… yes snow
I am blanketing my plants…
Say it isn't so
I have a love for every season
except for winter…as elements impede
when the land becomes rigid and lakes ice over…
barren trees shiver and reluctantly concede
My breath is a cloud of icebound fog...
I try to think if there is anything redeeming
Are there thoughts to keep me from screaming
As I bundle up and try to keep from freezing
Children know the secret while playing...
building snowmen, going sledding and skating
Coldness doesn't seem to discourage them at all
Unfortunately my motivation is sadly trailing
To have the enthusiasm of a child again
and delight when seeing the snow
There was a time when I smiled seeing flakes
but that was a long time ago
10/22/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem