(Image and text © Lynda Covello, 2015. All rights reserved. )
Okay, Winter, it’s time to let go.
We had our good times —
Bright days with sun-diamonds on the white breast of the land,
Brilliant star-lit nights with the snowy landscape reflecting the moon’s glow.
Wild runs through the knee-deep white, whooping our joy to the heavens,
Precise turns carved with sharp skiis gliding us downhill –
But it’s time to go now.
You are not what you once were, young and fresh and clean.
You’re just a dirty old man now,
And you need to leave.