Of Winter

Winter is like our sorrows
Its cold biting air forces us inside
Deeper and deeper
Til we can't run no more
We must make a protection for ourselves
Bundle up in layers and layers
Before we can trek out in the snow
Sometimes after a heavy snowfall
We must pick up a shovel
And endure the toil that it takes to shovel our path free
Sometimes it falls thinly and quickly
Then freezes overnight, turning what used to be roads
Into strips of glass, impossible for travel
And sometimes it falls ever so lightly
That we can run outside in gossamer clothes
Shoes half thrown on
Throw our heads back and laugh
And taste the tiny specks of snow
That give us so much joy to catch
I love winter
And for all its troubles
I wouldn't miss it for the world

Hawk

Haughty and proud
A steely eye sweeping the sky that
Winks occasionally to assure that he is still
King