Wintertime Thoughts

By Lyn Aydelette © 1988

Issue: December, 1988

When autumn leaves turn brown and cold
And lose the warmth of summer's gold,

When the geese fly fast in honking crowds
And grey rain falls from somber clouds,

Our mittened hands and scarlet caps
Will stop the sting from winter's slaps,

And firelight flickering on the grate
Draws us to linger sometimes late.

—We do not hibernate my dear—
But it is awfully nice to have you near.