Old Man Winter

Snowy Deck

Old Man Winter came to see me.

He sat upon my deck.

He grabbed a chair auspiciously,

And didn’t move a fleck.

He looked so stately sitting there,

Relaxing in my chair,

Reflecting sparkles everywhere

In crispy morning air.

I wondered just how long he’d stay.

What was his wayward mood?

I hadn’t seen him yesterday,

When on that deck I stood.

He seemed to want to stay awhile,

Relaxing in the snow,

And watching, I just had to smile.

I knew he wouldn’t go.

But then, I got my shovel out.

He didn’t seem to fear.

But as I tossed the snow about,

I made him disappear.


Author Notes

When winter comes to visit, he may stay awhile.

The author’s photograph.

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