At night, when he was resting, Winter
crept in, furtively, retreating when his rival woke.
Finally, Summer had enough of his toes
being frostbitten in his sleep
Yesterday he stood up in a huff,
Put on his great dusty coat
and swooshed out of town.
Today the wind still swirls
while Winter, grinning, peers over the mountain.
2 comments :
it's here and NOW it doesn't feel so bad.
Thanks Jame.
Glad to see you are writing again, and poetry at that!
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