Summer came, turned a parkland
Into parched paddocks,
A scorching Autumn
Bullied them into dust bowls,
A wet Winter magicked them back
To a mossy swamp ,
More rain on its way
And glades we shall have.
The round of seasons
Is in full swing, boots are in,
Splashing , squelching, sloshing
A added bonus to walking and running
As far as the dog is concerned ,
It knows a dry spot on the carpet
In front of the roaring wood stove.
Somehow the cat preferences
The top of the book case
Delights in a blazing fireplace
Listening to the rain on the roof.
Can't do a thing outside
A book to read, a film to watch
Thus the hours are spent
On a comfy sofa, might as well
Enjoy Winter at its best!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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