by Cheryl Merrick
Seasons
(Read by one person) (read in unison) (read by other person)
Winter
Hobbling Hopping
to the window,
the old man the young boy
definitively declares,
“Too cold out there!” “Great sledding!”
and so, with one last
chilling glare, longing glance,
the old man the young boy
settles back in rushes from
his chair, the room,
thinking
of snow,
and hoping it
will soon will not
melt.