by Barbara Garcia

Created on: January 09, 2010

Old man winter has come again,

Bringing in the season with his cold gusty winds.

Some rain, some sleet, and mounds of snow,

Time for the animals to hibernate, time to go.

Evening has come, I thought I heard rain,

Hitting against my window pane.

Then tick, tick, tick, on top my roof,

I look out in the morning, Icicles are my proof.

They are so beautiful, all unique in their own way.

But as the sun comes out, and began to shine,

They will be gone by mid day.

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