Miss Winter

Miss Winter

I'm not bumming because she's coming.  Into her arms I come a running.  She has a breeze that sets me at ease.  She has a presence that moves beyond a tease.  She brings me to my knees because she's here to please.

She's pleasant to greet as she defeats the heat, making for a soothing arrival of a fall to recall.  There's no debating and there's no more waiting.  She is here to endear to wrap up the year.   There's no more sweat to make me soaking wet.  She provides for the fresh cool morning dew that tantalizes you.

Already the leaves grow to be crisp as the winds whistle in a wisp through the trees that sway in a hypnotic way.  She makes miraculous the beginning of each day where stark clear is the dye of the sky.  The flight of the geese seems never to cease and the sun presents an orange glow as it rises like bread dough.

Upon my eyes she provides a feast to where I want more.  She is the reason and she is the season that I wish to explore.  I do not despair as I can feel this exhilarating change in the air.  It's exciting to know that she brings on the snow and so I begin to sneak a peek at each mountain peak.  Her artwork will be celebrated when they are decorated!  Elating will be the ice skating.  My spirit will be awake when I visit the frozen lake.  Such a sculpture I aspire to admire.  I never thought that the cold could light my fire.

My spirit is filled with splendor as we enter winter.  Starlit nights are forever bright, making for such a dazzling sight.  With her you can't chase away a holiday.  It's like she stays, the music plays and long live the days of musing her metamorphosis from green to brown to white powder on the ground.  I love having her around.  It's like she's wearing a wedding gown.  She's able to wipe away any frown.  To her I wed without a thought in my head to dread.  The only vow is to see how she walks down the aisle with a smile that stretches for miles.

I'm not bumming because she's coming.  I really do bid the summer a warm adieu and in seeing her my heart is not blue.  I do not think the change to be strange.  She provides for a new point of view, starting with the crisp morning dew and so at her I dare to stare in being happy that she is there and so I happily breathe in the calm cool air only to recall this illustrious fall as we enter the splendor of winter.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When it's in the wind that she's walked right on in.

September 1^st, 2014