I could not Welcome Winter as She Knocked Upon My Door.
Was I unneighborly by not inviting her in.
I told her not to come here anymore,
to take her big white snow flakes and howling wind
And now I watch through the window,
the snow whirling round,
I watch as it seems to fall faster and faster,
falling quickly to the ground.
There was actually brown grass just yesterday,
and now as I look at the blanket of white,
Yesterday seems so far away.
It seems so odd that this all changed just over night.
When next Spring knocks upon my door.
I will invite her in and sing her happy praise.
I will be so Neighborly that she will have to stay.
So now I sit and watch the snow with an ear to the door.
Waiting for Spring more than I ever did before.
I can't wait to say Hello.