WINTER SEASON
Winter whistles in through bare limbed trees.
With shrieks of gusty winds.
He carries feather-light bags of fluffy snow
To spread across once green lawns, now brittle.
He pounds the earth with shards of ice
And withers flowers that have dared to last.
I remember snowy days as a youth,
When I was eager to bundle up
And fly with my friends down snowy hills.
We’d laugh and scream all the way down,
Then land in a heap at the bottom.
We had no fear of nature’s rampage then.
But now, in the winter of my own life,
I am content to sit by a crackling fire
And watch through the window
As soft flakes of snow float gently to the ground.
I know the ravages that winter can bring
To my once sturdy bones, now brittle.
I’ll leave the snowy fun days to the young.
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