It comes in like a lion,
roaring with the wind of cold of the North.
Blowing it’s frightful cold.
Then it teases us.
The snow melt,
the warmer days.
Crocuses, birds coming back.
Then the lion blows it’s cold,
the clouds roll in,
Snow, rain, sleet, hail.
The lamb leaves the trees of their white,
then slowly the ground.
The plowtrucks work overtime,
take 2 weeks off,
come back again.
Then when the spring is almost here.
Comes a fierce storm,
a merging together of two fronts.
Dumping snow, blowing it around,
Old Man winter isn’t quite ready to sleep.
The frost enjoys it’s last few bites.
Lambs are shy.
They aren’t ready to come out yet.
dipping their paws into the ground.
The green is coming,
the green ones are almost out of their slumber.
But Winter isn’t done yet.
Enjoy the cold, it’s fleeting.
Even after the months of it wear you down.
And remember the memories in the back of your head.
Snow can be fun, make snow angels, throw snowballs, have fun.
Winter isn’t going to last much longer.
Even when summer seems eons away.