These Are Just Memories Poem by jenbubblepop shermanater

There’s no place to hide
From cold out side
The snow is crisp and white
I love it when it’s night
My duvet wrapped up to my neck
If I didn’t do this this I would tremble like a wreck
Just to keep warm and snug
I wrap up in bed like a little bug
As I wait for summer and it’s warm sun
I lay in bed to wait for it to come
Going walks round the pond
Through the fields I am fond
Where I see a gold flash running through the corn
It’s Sasha we had her a few weeks after she was born
Not a puppy anymore she’s a giant
So reliant
Now it’s coming to Autumn
The leaves crisp and gold
In this time of year I have many memories to hold
From when I was small
Just after I could crawl
Playing in the leaves that crunch
Underneath my knees
And now to spring
Hearing all the birds sing
Baby lambs just born are leaping
Buds opening pink and green
The sun is out but not yet hot and mean.
But it’s still December
These are just things that I remember
The ground out side is still white
It's just another cold December night.