Just a few more weeks, please
Of frosty early mornings
Of the cool quiet just after dawn
Of the echoing sounds without leaves on the trees,
All bare
A few more weeks of clear thinking
Of hearing the universe softly speaking
A few more weeks to smell snow from the north
Unexpected storms, polar energy
To leave windows open, deeply asleep
To feel long sleeves on my skin
Not bare
Just a few more weeks of winter