Old Man Winter

By Caleb James K.


Falling softly
to the ground
piling up
without a sound.

The air is cold
a chill this day
to the bone
one could say.

Times are changing
the old man’s here
casting his shadows
it’s winter, my dear.

Time for fireplaces
and warm mugs
tea or cocoa
served with hugs.

For it’s our love
that gets us through
these frosty days
It’s me and you.

And I can’t help
to always say
without your love
winter cannot stay.

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