Soon There Be Snow

     Spring is just a distant memory
Now that the crispness of Fall has settled in
The wood has been chopped for the fire
To warm the chill of spine and skin

All the preparations have been made
But nothing can truly prepare
The harshness of winter is for nothing
But the Abominable and the Polar bear

Summer has slipped away, its heat long
Forgotten and hidden by clouds of grey
As Winter is knocking on the door
Adding to my dismay

I know that I must accept it because
I know the seasons will change
It would definitely be weird without it
But I would welcome the strange

So I guess there’s just one thing left to
Do and that’s to stock up with Bordeaux
For one thing is for certain
Soon there be Snow

Written By:Charles Kean
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