I've written about deserts I've written about Fall
There are many things I still have yet to describe
Insistently I have ideas that will spring to mind
Repeatedly until released, melodically explaining it all
It may not be melodic and it may not be lyrical
But I beg you to trust what you see and hear
When reading this post and things become clear
You will have risen to a realm undeniably mystical
Autumn falls wayside and makes room for winter
In New England the trees are bare and cold
The animals scurry when the first snow blows
Gathering their rations to fight the harsh bluster
Waking up after the first snowfall begins
We feel a sense of pleasure coursing through our veins
Knowing we can possibly call out sick for a day
To enjoy Nature and build a snowman with the kids
Possibly we can take a leisurely walk
Through the park we can stroll and enjoy
The crispness in the air without any ploys
Lets us be free to be playful with our talk
Maybe we can take a small hike in the woods
Put on the boots, gloves and maybe even a hat
Looking to see how Nature's creatures combat
While we are warm and cozy underneath our hoods
I prefer climbing a tall forbidding mountain
To test my strength and discover my limits
To push myself, to run the gauntlet
To be victorious toasting a shot of bourbon
Atop the mountain you will see no flaws
Everything covered with snow as far as you can see
Knowing that this is truly a miracle and to be here is free
Nature doesn't follow any of our laws.
The sun sets quietly against the dark blue sky
Reflecting it's rays off the mountain's snowy slopes
Glistening with happiness and glimmering with hope
Inspiring poets to write words we live by.
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