Ole Jack Frost paid us a visit today,
He reared his head, prepared to stay.
A rigid North wind followed behind him.
Mr. Sun never had a chance to win.
The once green grass turned to brown.
The fallen leaves just swirled around.
Poor little dog's water turned to ice,
Cats were too cold to chase the mice.
Seems everyone hurries by without talking.
Not one soul goes slow if they are walking.
Fingers are numb and oh so cold toes.
And this is just the beginning of winter's woes.
So bundle up; leave early as you go,
Tomorrow they are calling for snow.
No doubt Old Man Winter is here for sure.
Now, I pray that we will all endure...
© Sharon Niese
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