Winters Chill Poem by James Casey

Winters Chill

Winter winds keep calling
Freezing flakes still falling
Icy breezes come too fast
Memories calling from the past

Tears of jewels on cold, red, cheeks
Leafless tree limbs all drawn and bleak
Little children playing on the hill
Fading a silent scream at the still

Dark shadows dance and play
Showing off in abstract white to gray
Fall was here, but now she’s gone
And Old Man Winter will not move on.

The old wood stove it's belly full at last
Hours spent on trees that have passed
Wood fires round here the only thing
Let us hope there's enough til spring

Jim 1969