Over the years i have spent the first day of November swimming and picnicking at a near-by lake. shoveling the sidewalks, painting the house and even trying to learn how to cross country ski...... one year I walked across the Kinzua tressel in a windstorm, but that's another story.
Winter is not my favorite season.!
n looking for sunshine, but found None
o clouds thick and gray and churning Overhead
V my heart grows heavy with this View
e daytime grew short all tos soon it is Evening
m the songs of birds now are few and Muted
B cold winds cover the grass with a snowy Blanket
e gone for the year are summers warm Elements
R soon the winds will whistle and Roar
