“Tomorrows going to be rain so I’ll follow the Sun”
Today birds, moles and squirrels out having fun
rain could turn to snow
The hawk is going to blow.
Icy, slippery trail. colder by the hour
lake effect taking on power
winter’s here universe is frigid
back of my hand red and rigid
air crisp and biting blast
chasing lightning bugs a thing of the past.
Praying for June
couldn’t come to soon