"Shovels and Salt"

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"Shovels and Salt"

The bleak days of winter
Are looming ahead
With gray skies and snow storms
For summer is dead
The days now are bitter
The winter grows bold
The weather is awful
And nasty and cold
The leaves have all fallen
The colors have fled
The trees are all naked
Asleep in their beds
For winter is coming
We all know it’s true
The air is quite nippy
And turns your breathe blue
The gloves and the mittens
The jackets and vests
All part of the season
Of cold at its best
There’s frost on the fence line
It did indeed freeze
For temperatures hover
At twenty degrees
But each day that passes
Means soon it will hault
So on with the season
Of shovels and salt!

*10-17-92 cold outside