when winter comes, let it come with lots of snow and ice and cold
and a wind that blows
whiteout conditions, roads closed, schools closed
days of snowboundness, days and nights of precious silence*****
anything less would be a disappointment
don’t have no place to go so let it snow snow snow
frosty windows you have to strain to see out of
snow drifts high, getting higher and burying the mailbox
fireplace going full blast with cracks and pops
soft leather sofas to lay on
gallons of hot cocoa drunk and just plain drunk too
this child don’t get no cabin fever
if the electric goes, I’ve got the fireplace for cooking hot dogs and bratwurst
warming soup frying bacon and making chicken kabobs
with chunks of green pepper and slices of onion
wood stacked on the front porch for the fire
under a blue tarpaulin to stay dry
won’t see a snow plow for days out here on the rural route
that’s fine by me
