Day One: “Paint me a leaf, against the wall, so I may not leave.”
Green pastures into snowy fields,
sidewalks into slippy slopes;
Winter seems like fine to me
until these two days of adversary…
Today’s when the last leaf falls,
as well as when the large bell tolls.
But the misery faker has gone
for a lengthy winter walk…
Winter solstice comes too fast,
but never seems to come to pass.
Winter tells no tales this sad
but here I am, the goner lad.