Old Man Winter

Winter-

Smerks as it holds us down in our heated homes-

It's a picture worth taking...looking out the window...quiet and still like a newborn sleeping-

It is as soft as silk-

I find myself wondering in my mind

Escaping to places up and down over and under the sun-

Dogwood trees skined like lambs for wool-

Remember the leaves that lived in October?

I feel cold watching the wind blow-

Poor little buds I hope for all our sake you bloom.....

Soon