Is full of leaves
Crunching as
Feet walk through them
The ground covered
With wetness
The air filled with musty
All is cozy inside
Without seeing
Or recognizing
The signs of
Old man winter
Is sneaking upon us
The weatherman
Just posted a
Notice to me
Starting Monday
Night a chance of
Six inches plus
Of that white stuff
You know it is called
Snow
Get your shelves
Stocked on toilet paper
And milk, get diapers
And bread, for winter
Has decided whether
I like it or not
To pay me a visit
Wait, what is that?
You want me to come
Back and visit?
I’m sorry friends
I must go for my
Bed covers are
Calling to come
Hibernate until Spring.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
11/10/2013
But what about if it snows? You won’t have any snowball fights?
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no too old, lol
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You’re never too old for a snowball fight 😀
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you may be right, maybe I will give it a try with my grandkids, but no promises!!! LOL
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Noooooooo!!! Use snowballs!!!!
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hahaha!!
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Wonderful poem! Winter is coming… temps dropping, first dusting on the ground today. Wood fire’s blazing, and here in the Northeast, I’m hybernating today. — Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com
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I like winter as long as I am inside!!!!
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Reblogged this on 4writersandreaders and commented:
Dusting of snow in the Northeast today. Fire’s ablaze and I’m hibernating for the day… — Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com
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thank you so much!!!
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Lovely photo
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thank you Author!!!
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