Dear Old Man Winter

 The drift just ahead on the crest of the hill near our house is so high that the road was impassable. Even the snow-plow was declined passage until a tractor and snow-blower could make room to push the snow back. Countless vehicles were stuck and ditched last night and this morning! A lot of roads were/are closed. We're in a little break until round two tomorrow.

Dear old man winter,

I must write you tonight

For we are so weary

Of white topped with white

The patience of patrons

Is worn to a shred

Optimism seems

To be on its last thread

For frost-bitten fingers

And ch-ch-chattering teeth

Are aching for some kind of

Sun-gold reprieve

And dear old man winter

I wondered if you can

Stray from your lone color to

Say…something like tan?

I know that you have

A reputation to keep

But look; your reputation

Is ten feet deep

And even if you let

Sweet sunshine smile

Your icy-cold presence

Would last quite a while

And we prefer highways

Black, not muffled white

Your gale is a fiend

Howling morn, noon and night

Delivering faithfully

White wrapped in white

And I wondered if possibly

There could be respite?

Somewhere it seems

In a far memory

I recall the gleam

Of a wind-rippled sea

And oceans of barley

Mornings drenched in dew

Where the lark dips and rises

Up into the blue

…dear old man winter

I will go now

Outside I hear you

As you seethe and blow

But if perchance

You’d care to rest for a bit

I thought I would tell you

We’d appreciate it,

Sun-cerely,

J-J-J-Janet~