A Wintry Mix
Now, I see no cold or snow-
Though I'd like it to 'free' me.
That's you winter not spring, summer
or fall. "Don't get me wrong".
I'm never ready to give up honor
of your white ministry-all winter long.
I mumble and cry myself to change
for 'me'.
As you do, then I look easy into a
more perfect life. Outside alot.
Carefree and warm. Alive and well.
This is spring to fall-it's for me.
Though now, in midst of icy storms, I thank
you in advance. I know, I get what I want
inside at home. So again I say.. 'I don't change..,
oh, you winter go from me!
Though I'd like it to 'free' me.
That's you winter not spring, summer
or fall. "Don't get me wrong".
I'm never ready to give up honor
of your white ministry-all winter long.
I mumble and cry myself to change
for 'me'.
As you do, then I look easy into a
more perfect life. Outside alot.
Carefree and warm. Alive and well.
This is spring to fall-it's for me.
Though now, in midst of icy storms, I thank
you in advance. I know, I get what I want
inside at home. So again I say.. 'I don't change..,
oh, you winter go from me!
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