Poem: Winter's Coming On

Winter’s Coming On


Winter’s coming on.
The year is winding down.
Autumn’s color, gone-
her leaves piled on the ground.

The chill is in the air-
and soon there will be snow.
But we’ll keep warm and cozy,
as north winds start to blow.

We’ll sit next to the fire,
with blankets tucked in neat.
We’ll cuddle - you and I, my love -
as embers warm our feet.

We’ll have our tea or coffee,
our steamy cups to hold
up close before our faces;
to help combat the cold.

Fire logs will be handy,
Piled up in stacks so high.
We won’t meet winter, unprepared,
and never would we try!


June Kellum
Nov 9, 2007