Waiting for Winter

Little bird chirps on my porch,
Soon he will be gone.
Days are shorter, nights are longer.
Everyone is moving on.

I go out to clean my gutters
To last me through the storms.
I got out to close my shutters,
So they can keep me warm, while
I’m still here – waiting – waiting for winter.
I’m still here – waiting – waiting for winter.

Little bird keeps on chirping.
He won’t let me be.
“Go on, where the world is warmer,
Come along with me.”

While I’m stringing lights to my gutters
To make them glisten and spark,
While I’m fastening wreaths to my shutters,
So I won’t feel the dark, while
I’m still here – waiting – waiting for winter.
I’m still here – waiting – waiting for winter.

As I’m writing invitations
I remember last year
You joined me for the Holidays
For my brightest time of the year.  Now –
I’m still here – waiting – waiting for winter.
I’m still here – waiting – waiting for winter.

©  2006  Ingrid Heldt