Snow-Days in November
November is almost over
The door for its leaving
And for December’s coming
Is open
The days are colder now
But mostly the sun shines
The weather still mild
Twice we have seen
The magic of snow
The transformation of
The landscape
Wrapped in winter white
No snowball fights with you
There was only one time
And you covered me completely
I choose my battles
And don’t enter
Into ones I can’t win
You are far too experienced
Still a boy with a powerful arm
November 27, 2018
10 comments:
Oh, that winter landscape must look divine. Indeed, we must choose our battles carefully, even if it's a snow fight. I really enjoyed the atmospheric feeling here. :-)
Good idea to choose your battles wisely. Let's play Scrabble!
Very sweet - I remember many a snow fight with boys when I was young...
Choose battles wisely. Preferably no battles at all. There has to be some peace at some stage in a life.
I LOVE this!
We usually dont get snow here on the Coast....sometimes a thin sprinkle, that melts right away. Your poem reminds me of Kelowna, which gets a lot of snow, and how the kids used to delight in it. Also of the snow in Port and how the dogs, even in their old age, would get all frisky and dash about in the first snow.Sigh.
Oh that is so poignant and lovely...
It has been so long since I've been in a snowball fight. I have such wonderful memories of them in Missouri growing up.
Beautiful winter scenes with fond remembrance...poignant too.
A beautiful winter scenery you paint. The snowball fights, what lovely and affecting memories!
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