"Winter Descends"

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“Winter Descends”

The snow is all around us
The winter now descends
It brings no joy or pleasure
My energy it spends
It drains from me the pleasure
Of spring and summer ways
And takes away my comfort
With cold and bitter days
But off into the distance
A month or two ahead
The spring and its arrival
Means winter will be dead!

*12-11-97 I have at least one winter poem every year – I guess I just don’t care for winter!