Familiar Caller Something is lurking about there Giving reason to rise neck hair, A familiar sensation awakens in me Yet I ponder who or what can it be? Whose chilled icy breath did I feel As I wandered the pumpkin field? Caressing both my crimson cheeks Making my teeth chatter to a beat. Who's in the crown of forest trees? Whose rustling the colored leaves? Whose out there yowling at me? Wailing as a disgruntled banshee. Who's making me shiver all night? Wrapped in downy blankets tight. Who's chilling my bare floors? Persistently rattling the door. Who's tinting my nose blush red, Poked from the covers of my bed? Whose giving me goose bumps From my nightcap to my rump? Who is freezing all the plumbing Shaking the eaves and moaning? And who is icing the windowpanes With sleety freezing rain? Waking with a start at the new dawn I stare out the window with a yawn, Old man winter left his calling card, There are snowdrifts over the yard. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 09-29-04 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone