Hello, Winter!

Linda Rittenhouse

I fell asleep to autumn breeze,

Wool blankets shoved down to my knees.

Fall crickets' gentle serenade

as sweet as Grandma's lemonade,

ushered in my dreams.

But when I woke, goosebumps galore,

discovered fall was here no more.

Like laundry sheets spilled on the ground,

snow covered, muffled every sound.

White crystal winter scene.

©  2021 Linda Rittenhouse