The Voices Of Winter Poem by Anthony Levitt

They cried out to me a few weeks ago, their coming real soon...
it happens about the same time every year when the sun makes more room for the moon...

The voices of winter call out to me: 'Were coming, were coming! Would you join us and play? '
I answer in a cheeky manner, only if you can keep the cold weather at bay? '

Alas they could not answer for I knew too well....
i waited and a few weeks later the temprature fell...
The trees were no longer dressed, the leafs strugle to stay green and
the wind's start increasing with such rage and speed, I'm certain their being mean...

The voices of winter call out to me: 'Were here, were here! Oh won't you come out to play? '
Alas your arrival has brought me to the doctors and fear i cannot venture far today...

So I watch from my window, the days go by... I see the rain, then snow and with much sorrow back to my bed I lie....
and hear the voices of winter once more...

'Were sorry, were sorry we arnt all that bad... It's so easy to find the thorn amongst the roses and get mad...
Were just a season we come and go, like your best friend summer who sends you off to far out places like Rome...'

A lesson learnt so I waited for next year... when the voices of winter would return... but this time... I would cheer! ! !