Monday, October 6, 2014

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.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


1 comment:

Pauline said...

Oh I really like that poem!! You need to be PUBLISHED!!