Old man winter is here again,
Come blowing in on a cold, cold wind,
He huffed and puffed and whipped the snow around,
And stomped up a blizzard across the ground.
You could hear him laughing all through the trees,
Because he was back, putting us in deep freeze.
Throwing icy blast of air, he howled with glee,
Just knowing warm weather was gone for you and me.
Oh, he knows he is going to be around for a while.
But despite all his blustering, I have to smile.
For he can also be quite gentle with a whispering hand.
Laying beautiful soft falling snow out across the land.
He likes to think he is hard, rough and tough.
Being a nuisance until we’ve had quite enough.
Though all this be true, when all said and done,
He’d sneak away in shame, if he knew he could also be fun.
So let him come banshee howling at your door.
Venting in his rage until he is too tired to do more.
Then on a day when he is quiet and more or less at rest,
He’d be mortified to know this is when he is at his best.
Old man winter is here again,
Came blowing in on a northern wind.
He’ll be here for a spell, then he’ll go on his way.
But he’ll be chuckling to himself thinking of next year’s winter stay.
Englewood, Colorado 12/19/1989
