Snow-capped benches,
the Gazebo
looking almost Roman
in its bearing
with its cape of pristine white;
what Delight
during soft flurries
as pedestrians hurry,
faces showing such
frustration and worry
as seems to almost always happen
every time it snows 'round here...
Have those forgotten just last year
or perhaps recall
the year before
when, for some reason,
you chose coat over jacket
(and sometimes)
you would rise
and there would be ice
to scrape from
the windows of your car?...
It's called Winter, my Friend,
yes, and if you're not ready
your better catch up
quick, fast and in hurry...
Nature against the ill-prepared;
guess who wins?,
it will do you in,
it won't ask to come in,
it will just steal your breath away;
be Wise and stay alive
or from the Ghost Wood
just stay away...
Jan. 9, 2015
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