Letting Go
A frosty hand descends so slow
As autumn leaves begin to blow
Even before the fall of snow
We’re sad to see the summer go
And as the grip begins to close
We notice that the lake has froze
Our feet are frosted to our toes
As we blow our runny nose
Suddenly it holds us hard and fast
Deep within its Arctic blasts
With nothing to do but await its pass
Held so tightly in its grasp
Gripping harder things get worse
As ice dams build and plumbing bursts
Cabin fever makes us terse
And rhyme in utter bitter verse
The merciless hand is unrelenting
As snow storms continue without ending
Broken backs from continuous bending
And shovels damaged beyond mending
Then finally after months of snow
Drops turn into rivers flow
And buds of green begin to grow
As Winter’s hand is letting go.
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