FIRST SNOW

FIRST SNOW

The first snow fell quietly in the night,
marking an end to the bright sunlight.
I will miss the joy and warmth that was
and I am writing this poem, just because.

I tried to postpone Mother Nature's act,
but the snow will come, that's a fact.
I have put off the changing to winter tires,
had so much to do, many irons in fires.

The water line broke and the water;froze,
if you see me coming, just hold your nose!
I am totally immersed in gloom and doom,
as deep heartache and cancer fills the room.

There are many things that have borne down
on my family, but I still can just look around
and see the good that lays in store for me,
the days ahead when I will be flying free.

No more Thanksgivings, no more Santa Claus,
to think of what I will miss sure gives me pause.
So I will write now, with the sight of the first snow,
how I hate to see the Traditional Poetry Group go,

For seven years you have done your very best
and I know there comes a time for all of us to rest.
Thank you, Monty, dear friend and a true mentor,
You've helped me through many a tough winter.

Countrymom
10/30/11