I write to say my season is not done yet.
Another two weeks of snow and ice it will be.
Days will be cold; ground will still be frozen.
I am sorry for late word.
This torture to prolong my season,
I want to see my flowers bloom.
I want warm air to blow through
Instead of freezing cold.
Why, must you add two weeks of more winter.
It is this year to add more winter.
It won’t be negative degrees
Like three weeks ago.
I’ll keep it tame; don’t you worry.
Your season will come soon enough.
Thank you for my concern.
This will give me time to prepare.
I will call the clouds and the rains
And whisper to the winds
To start two weeks after this cold.
Spring will come then
With budding daffodils and flowering trees.
Any more changes let me know
For the people are tired of winter now.
Winter storm comes tomorrow.
Will be it like news predicts?
Bringing light flurries in morning
A dusting before the big dump.
In mid-afternoon temps will drop
Bringing steady snow throughout
Rest of the day through weekend.
Snow they said will continue to fall
Will it fall all the way to Monday?
A winter storm will come tomorrow.
Winter has come at last
Its cold tentacles reach out
Making the air cold to touch
Blows its breath to cold winds
Make land barren with snow
And where ice flings out afterwards
Laying rivers to frozen roads
Raging into a large winter storm.
Winter is not among us
No snow to tell wintry tales
Only mild cold days lie around
With darken gray moody skies
Seasons seem to disappear
Not knowing which
One we are on next
Mother Nature seems to throw
The seasons out whack