“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