A poem by B.J. Noltensmeyer.
There comes a time, when trees are bare,
And flowers grow not, – anymore;
Sometimes it snows, kids at play,
And Seasons have changed; as before!
Oh yes, there’s Holidays, folks do like,
‘Tis Thanksgiving and Christmas, the way;
To grandma’s house, some do go,
Most surely, it makes the day!
Tho’ much traffic does continue on,
Despite bad weather and so,
The days are short – nights are long,
Gives more time – to learn and know!
Skyscrapers have snow on tops aglow,
When it falls from above to below;
The Businesses busy scooping walkways,
For convenience of people and so!
So, Winter has – its good and bad,
And Spring – is a welcome to see;
‘Tis Winter time o’er, – as before,
And many stories of Winter, that be!