Probably whiningA Poem by willwebWhining, it happens when
blizzards come calling Grabbing a jacket, I walk
down the stairs Beside the window where
winter is lurking Waiting about as if nobody
cares Coating the trees with a
cottony fabric Not quite as warm as the
heater detects Here in the handbook of
problems and answers Only for masters to come
and inspect Grabbing a scarf from a
shelf in the corner Pouring a cup just to
dance in its steam Maybe some sugar so life
can be sweeter And just a dash of your
half and half cream Kicking the mud from the
boots made of rubber Purchased on sale at a
shop on the beach Next to the flip flops and
lotion dispenser Low to the ground and so
easy to reach Those were the days when
the sun wasn’t hidden Blanketed white like a
sheet on a rope Held up by clothespins of
wooden construction Seeking a breeze with the
fresh scent of soap Shoveling sidewalks and
not chasing seashells Feeling the cold as it
bites through your skin Running a faucet to thaw
every finger When will it be time for
all this to end I guess I will go out and
trudge through the weather Deal with the snowflakes,
the slush and the sleet Before too long I’ll be
sweating the summer Probably whining about all
the heat © 2022 willwebReviews
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