Comfort
Well, November has finally come around,
Tumbling leaves down to the ground,
And, in the air is winters’ chill,
Which will soon come to us at will.
Tumbling leaves down to the ground,
And, in the air is winters’ chill,
Which will soon come to us at will.
The snow will sneak in during night,
Waking children with delight,
But, for those of us who like the warm,
The cold, white blanket we will scorn.
I prefer green summer leafs,
Not ice hanging like daggers from the leaves,
Although I try to wish it away,
The cold will be here until May.
Then, once again, the air will warm,
And bees will buzz about in swarms,
When sprinklers will wet the lawns with water,
And then in August – it gets hotter!
To find a place that stays like spring,
That will always be my dream,
Not too hot and not too cold,
That’s where I want to grow old!
