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.
When winter comes to visit, he may stay awhile.