Waiting Game Snowfall lies deep in the glen Winter's settled in again, Long cold nights are dreary, Of dampness we weary. We're chilled to our core, Winter's such a bore, For months it drags on Until our attitude is blown. Our mental state is a wreck, Ambitions are held in check, We face months of isolation Due to winter's devastation. We'd like to go on vacation For needed recreation But winter's ice show creation Creates an impossible situation. We're prisoners in our home, Our release date is unknown And winter drags on and on Tiring us to our achy bones. Old memories fail to recall What sunshine is like at all, It seems such a long time ago We were warmed by sun's glow. So here we are and here we'll be Adrift on a snowfield sea, Chilled by icy winds that blow, Till old man winter decides to go. ©Author: Kenneth Ellison 12-08-05 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone