Old Man Winter (a sonnet)

The white snow-flake fell as if a feather
Is there no place for field mice to weather
Where have fowl of air taken to flight
Will snow begin to freeze before dark light
My snow-white colored shack stands staid and true
This nose of mine has turned from black to blue
Will my carport succumb to weight of snow
How long must old man winter blow his nose
My wife she nags I might catch cold and all
I'm an old man who fears stumble then fall
She knows how feeble are my aging knees
Come in the house my wife shouts and pleads
My heart is filled and thrilled with so much glee
Truth be told glee is what snow brings to me

 © 2019 by emmett wheatfall