White Sky

White Sky, White Sky

You’ve swallowed up all of the blue

I know what you are doing

But I’m almost ready for you.

You’ve invited your North Friends to visit

The calendar says it is time

You might as well just get with it

While I am still in my prime.

You’ve turned down the outside temperature

And sent all the leaves to the ground

You’ve chased away most of the wildlife

There is not a goose to be found.

I’ll gather more wood for the fire

Light candles to glow in the night

Pour cider to warm up my innards

Read stories that give me a fright.

So bring on your little white darlings

I’m ready for you and your troves

You are welcome to stay in my gardens

But please stay off driveways and roads!