A Winter Week at Home – A Boomer Poem
The weather in Georgia, some folks say,
Is unpredictable from day to day.
In January this is mostly true
The day starts cloudy
But ends with skies of blue.
During Monday’s stroll through the neighborhood,
I wear a sweater without a hood.
The birds flit and fly
Enjoying the sun
And the cloudless bright blue sky.
The forecast for Tuesday is dire, it seems
Or so the weather folks have us believe.
Snow flurries perhaps,
Or ice and cold temps.
To the couch for a winter’s day nap!
Wednesday’s temperature won’t top thirty-two
And ice and frost fill my window view.
So I think I’ll stay put
With a fire and a book
And maybe a fresh bowl of soup.
On Thursday it’s said that the sun will return
(Panicked bread-and-milk shoppers may never learn!)
Whatever snow we saw
Will be gone with the day
As we prepare for a springtime thaw.
On Friday when the calendar turns over a new page
February begins as January fades.
The ground is still hard
As I poke around outside
And plan the garden in my private courtyard.
Saturday and Sunday the weather will be mild
As I venture out to spend time with my grandchild.
Leaving winter behind
At least for a moment
I’ve better things on my mind!
No matter the weather, be it rain, sun, cold, or warm,
I know in my house I’m safe from any storm.
Happy as you please
Here at Windsong-
Where Life’s A Breeze!