Weary souls are we.
Winter’s grip is quite a trip.
Fall on ice, you’ll see.
Winter coats unfurl.
Wool, our pick. It does the trick.
Covers head to toe.
Summer gifts so grand.
Love each one with morning sun.
Did a leaf just fall?
Moo’s the magic word.
Rise and shine with dairy fresh.
Smile and just say “cheese.”
Some days rest is best.
Stress surrounds our daily grind.
Pillows soften all.
Spring shall bloom again.
Snows will melt, the roosters crow.
Frame that very thought.
Today is bitter cold.
Those cruel winds are extra bold.
So we bury deep in hay,
knowing snows should melt away.
Yet tomorrow will be bright.
Spring’s return’s again in sight.
Pushing open those old barn doors,
we’ll kick up our hooves, then dance some more.