Seasons

I’ve warm cozy tootsies

in thick woolen socks -

in boots made for climbing

over rivers and rocks -

 

The harsh winter wind

cannot break through my coat -

with its thick snuggly lining

guaranteed it will float -

 

My hat is a marvel

with its brim built for shade -

stylish and sturdy

with venting holes made –

 

Gloves that are fur lined

feel good to the touch –

impervious to frostbite

resistant to slush –

 

All ready for action

please send me outside –

to scamper up hills

just to down again slide –

 

Excited to play

with friends dressed in haste –

ear muffs and scarves

mostly cover their face –

 

Rejoicing in winter

in the crisp biting cold –

is something we do

just until we get old –

 

Then we sit by the fire

wrapped in a quilt –

remembering days

that yesterday built –

 

Thinking back fondly

of us in the Fall –

before we were cold

for no reason at all –

 

Remembering when

is best what we do –

when we had our own teeth

ate food we could chew –

 

Wrapped in our blankets

knee socks in slippers –

forgetting whose who

calling everyone Skipper –

 

Old friends and memories

fade into the halls –

now lined with strangers

and distant phone calls –

 

Life as it happens

is indeed quite a ride –

let me do it again

just to down again slide.