Snow 1 & 2

Snowday Poem.        January 2020.

Snow fall brightens the day.

Makes the customers go away.

The food here is really good.

But watch you step in this neighborhood.

Winter days are long and cold.

Watching the clock as I grow old.

Would you like a sub?

Or spend all day in the bathtub?

Drink your hot cup of Joe.

Then get back out there in the snow.

Snow, snow, will it stop?

Business today has been a flop.

Now try reading it to the tune of IronMan.

Sunday Stroll.  February  2020.

Shadows crawl across the snow.

It will soon be time for me to go.

The cold bites my fingers and nose.

My boots are heavy with numb toes.

Alone I walk this mid winter’s day.

Wishing to find a friend on the way.

Footprints behind me, nothing in front.

Are there wolves, out there on the hunt?

Home, home, never again to that place.

Simply a walk to my dwelling space.