Winter Must End

(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.