Early Winter
Published in
Nov 25, 2020
Cool weather has come to pass
Sun is shining getting hotter at last
Gathering around the back patio for some chatter
He’s grown up now to them it does matter
The sun rapidly sinks now, the season this year was cut shorter
The icicle slowly drops into nothing, it seems like some kind of torture
With the seasons cut short there is no order
A cold hand reaches out with its might
And helps me make it to fields of bright white
Won’t be back now, I’m gone with the snow
For all it’s worth it must have been a good show