The jingle bells have faded,
Just old man winter and me,
As snow I do shovel,
Waiting for thee.

I anxiously await you,
I am filled with glee,
As we will be together,
And the snow will grow deep.

Holding you close, having you near,
Under the down quilt,
Does make my heart race.
I think of you and I together.

The wind does arise,
And the snow comes down hard,
I can hardly see the road,
My glee rapidly fades.

The roads are closed now,
We are not together.
Old man winter
Does rule the day.







Hello January

Indoor Gardening

Winter Kill

Looking Behind To See What's Ahead


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