Just under the blanket
sleeps my very cold lawn
with beetles and earthworms
and ants that do yawn,
The snow brings the quiet
puts tulips to bed -
changes water in sprinklers
to ice cubes instead,
The lawnmower sits quiet
in the back of the garage
with snow tires ready
to put on the Dodge,
Mittens and shovels
and salt for the walk
scrapers for windshields
big woolen socks,
Sorry but winter
it’s just not for me
so under the blanket
is where I will be.
ZC
1 comment:
Warm and toasty inside my coat, while snowflakes keep falling, they just seem to just float. The quiet is so peaceful, and the air is so crisp, the snowflakes are melting onto my lips.
Miss it!
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