I am not ready but winter will be here soon Feeling old and cold dreading the deep morning dark and nights that come too early I am not ready Heat pinging in the baseboards My hands are like ice and joints cry uncle in pain Before long there will be snow I am not ready Ready or not it will come I cannot change that Pretty pictures are a fraud Winter is for childhood dreams I am not ready nor am I capable of turning back the clock I'd need more than one hour if I'm to dance in the snow
~Elise Skidmore ©2021
You could be writing from my own inner thoughts on my walk today, even if mine didn’t include much about snow– for sure one hour isn’t enough to replace the bounty that seems to accumulate in the fall like baskets filled with apple!s! — beautifully woven
Thank you so much, thought I must admit I’m not really thinking much of snow myself and am keeping my fingers crossed that Mother Nature will only think of it in passing.