The seasons come and go
Almost monotonous I
know
One after another, as planned
Like the sweep of a
clock hand
Each season reminding
us all
That from winter to
the fall
Is yet another year
slipped by
A step closer to when
we die
A depressing thought I
know
But let the seasons
come and go
For I think it would
be a crime
If there was to be no
wintertime
A silent soft blanket of white
Had hidden the land
from sight
It’s our job to
investigate the crime
Really we want to have
a good time
We sledge and we
toboggan
Build the world’s
biggest snowman
We have a massive
snowball fight
Doing battle till the
enemy took flight
Then we stomp thru the
powdery crunch
Making our way home to
have lunch
The lake is frozen,
Nothing lives
In this frozen hell
Even the sky is
desolate
Save for the crescent
moon
Standing sentinel
A carefully crafted snowman
Round and fat
Sits on the front lawn
Wearing Daddies hat
Trawler men, leave
The safety of port,
Putting out to sea
Under Mackerel skies
And on foaming oceans
Drag their nets
And hope that God
See’s them safe to
port
