My Friend Winter
I welcome the arrival
of winter
not the bitter cold
when your breath hangs
in the air
frozen in time
or the shivering
when getting
out of the shower,
as the outside air smacks
your face like a whip
I welcome,
the long evenings
when the sun retires
and darkness arrives early
and there’s still
plenty of spirit
left in my aging bones
hidden in my cozy home,
from the enemies of joy,
they’ll never find me here,
growing grass,
I cut every week,
that sucks my playful spirit
and makes me weak,
and those dreadful weeds
uninvited, undesired, and unrelenting
arrested by nothing
but my friend
the winter.
LarryB 11.05.01
Email: Night.Writer@lycos.com
