Winter Unkind
And the Winter wind moaned and cried.
Showing it's dominance over all.
When, out on the deck, I spied
the first snowflake, ever so small.
As Winter now pushes aside the Fall.
The first snowfall of Winter's a beauteous sight.
Softly falling out of the sky.
Leaving the ground a blanket of white.
A most pleasing sight to the eye,
eliciting many a sigh.
Winter, Oh Winter , ... the cruelest season,
to your beauty we are not blind.
But the cold and the wind, sometimes beyond reason,
will bring back memories to remind
that Winter's too often unkind .
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2021
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