THE WINTER WRITER 588 poem

                                        THE WINTER WRITER   588
                            
                                     O season of the blustery snow
                           And of the rain, the storm, the gale
                           We welcome thee without any fright
                           As the temperature freezing all below
                           Invites us to write, and to write again

                           Of seasons past
                           Of warmer days bereft of snow
                           We sense tis quite all right
                           To extol the virtues of winter
                           The months of shorter days
                           Followed by days of longer nights
                                          Invite us to write, and to write again

                           Regardless of the chilly weather
                           Give us paper. Give us pen.
                           Sit us at our desk and then
                           Let us enjoy, let us delight
                           As these windy, wintry days 
                           Invite us to write, and to write again
 
                           (First published on February 15, 1979.
                           Revisions made on February 26, 2020)