Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
The last day of November
Yet not a flake of white.
Has there been another
With no snow in sight?
Tomorrow is December
But the weather isnít wintry;
The forecastís rain and thunder
And just a little chilly.
Yet pretty lights are all aglow
In Christmas anticipation;
Wherever you look, wherever you go,
There are holiday decorations.
But sure to come are cold and ice,
And when Iím shoveling snow,
Iíll think itís anything but nice
Having icy winds blow.
(Written 30 November 2006)