I have a summer in my head. It takes me through the winter dread. I count the minutes, day by day. So I can send Winter far away. The ice, the snow, the bitter chill. Taps my soul and drains my will. I watch the Winter Cabbage freeze. There's no flowers, no bumble bees. I can see the snow, falling silently down. Paving with white, this small quiet town. Here come some plows, old and beat up. Trying to clear some of the sleet up. This is when I wish that I was a bear. I'd find a den and hibernate there. I'd sleep and snore until the spring, And winter wouldn't mean a thing. ~ © Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)