When I was young it used to come


Around the end of fall.


And roar in like a lion,


Winds and frost would chill us all.

The streets they’d often sparkle


With that twinkling frosty dust,


And we’d slip and slide our way to school -


In rubber soles we’d trust

The rain we got was more than wet


And cold as cold could be.


It would freeze around late afternoon


To ice we couldn’t see.

Then later if our folks permit,


We’d wrap up warm and play.


Making slides upon the pavement,


Skidding happily away.

Then the frost would fall again


And our slide become a danger.


For the old dears in the morning,


Or an unsuspecting stranger,

So we’d dust it over with some salt


To work it’s melting magic,


And return the ice to water,


Before causing something tragic.

But all that happened years ago,


Before the seasons changed.


Now Autumn’s like late summer,


And winter’s lost it’s rage.

Although it still provides a little bite


With sudden snow or storm,


It is sadly the exception -


Pleasant weather is the norm.

So this is just a little memory


To share with those to come.


In olden days, though cold and wet,


Winter could be fun.

Poetry by Fizzymouse

Fizzymouse

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