21" x 27" acrylic and ink on paper
Fair Weather Friends
Round and round, the starry hosts go round,
Forgetting they're too large and far away,
They call my name and ask me won't I stay
For Winter's dance, my feet upon cold ground.
I bow and take her hand, then off we spin,
Till, freezing, find her company's too dear,
I've tried to walk away year after year,
But something always brings me back again.
Maybe it's reproaches of the crows,
The lower lips of puffy clouds that pout;
Winter's lawns are lying low and flowers hiding out.
"Where is everyone," I ask, but no one knows.
With feelings hurt, her attitude is cool,
Though winter's moon's expression's surely arch,
And jolly Mr. Sun can't wait till March,
He winks while all the rest think him a fool.
She can't hold out for long though, bless her heart,
South winds start coming 'round, tides make as if to turn,
She casts a sidelong glance, her cheeks begin to burn,
We rush again together; till November do us part.
Round and round, the starry hosts go round,
Forgetting they're too large and far away,
They call my name and ask me won't I stay
For Winter's dance, my feet upon cold ground.
I bow and take her hand, then off we spin,
Till, freezing, find her company's too dear,
I've tried to walk away year after year,
But something always brings me back again.
Maybe it's reproaches of the crows,
The lower lips of puffy clouds that pout;
Winter's lawns are lying low and flowers hiding out.
"Where is everyone," I ask, but no one knows.
With feelings hurt, her attitude is cool,
Though winter's moon's expression's surely arch,
And jolly Mr. Sun can't wait till March,
He winks while all the rest think him a fool.
She can't hold out for long though, bless her heart,
South winds start coming 'round, tides make as if to turn,
She casts a sidelong glance, her cheeks begin to burn,
We rush again together; till November do us part.