I say I love it
…whatever it is.
This season of breakups and letdowns,
people running all around with that fever.
Cabin living is not all it is,
cracked up to be.
And for the kids who love winter’s snow:
Let them play for a while.
See how they smile
when the sun shines off the fresh snow.
But us old folks know
it ain’t just snow falling.
It’s the cold that kills
and leaves you
praying
for that old guy
down the street.
The one who is
always there
come
hell or high water,
whatever that means.
Old Man Winter
has already taken
most of his friends.
But still he guards
The Block,
the best
Secret Agent
I ever knew.
How he has survived
only the Lord knows
and
maybe the kids
he has snowball fights with.
He always seems
to let them win.
Could it be the hot tea
we give to them
for him
as he holds down
The Post?
Maybe it’s
the old Marvin Gaye
songs
he plays
on his boombox
that warm his soul.
Anyone’s guess
where he gets
the power from.
He’s so proud
as people walk by
and wonder
if he has a home
in so many people’s hearts.
I say I love it —
whatever it is —
the winter snow.
And I pray
for those
left out in the cold.
The winter’s cold.
So many souls
lost in it.
Yet children play
in its snow.
I say,
I love it!
Whatever it is.
Winter’s Cold.
