Winter

by Larry Chamberlin

Winter sends my thoughts South,
Like birds, flying in formation;
To some place near the sun,
Winging to beach and vacation.

But then, who knows how long
I'll have to enjoy each winter,
'fore global warming turns
To burning me to a cinder.

15 October 2009 LMC

Submission date : 2009-10-15

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