winter
winter finally arrived on saturday night
in southwest missouri
a year or two late
or so it seemed to a northern boy
even after twenty some years
of a forty degree average
wearing a thin leather jacket
white socks and wally world jeans and denim shirt
without a t-shirt
The first stanza of the poem "winter", first published in my book of poetry, they don't serve beer here: and other depressing thoughts by Jeff Reeve
The additional two stanzas will follow with other winteresque projects.
