The morning wakens with each dawn
And tiptoes round with trepid yawn
The air is chill and blows intense
Against this frost we’ve small defense.
When Mother Nature throws a fit
We always get the worst of it
She is a force beyond the will
Of those who fight her cold and chill.
I cannot wait till she moves on
And we succumb to springtime’s charm
A welcome change to all we’ve seen
This endless winter’s snowy scene !
Claire V. Bogdanos 