![]() A spring like day in December, the children are at play With their toy treasures, that they got on Christmas day They have no snow for sledding, or riding in a sleigh It's hard to believe its winter, on such a pleasant day The New Year is approaching, and it is sixty degrees There's no icy ponds for skating, and no use for ski's Instead of building snowmen, they mold men out of clay Although it is December, it's feeling more like May There isn't any snowball fights, or angels in the snow For there isn't any white stuff, to make a ball to throw It's a day for roller skating, and playing on the swings On this mild day in December, doing spring-like things. (c)copyright 2006 all rights reserved. Winter Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |