The Winter Playground
It's lonely here, the kids are gone
the air is cold, my days are long.
The sky is grey, the ground crispy white,
the lines have blurred between my day and night
The silence is only broken by the school's schedule bells,
A reminder of the organized commotion the ice now quells.
I miss their voices, I miss their play,
their imaginations on display.
I miss the crowd, I'd settle for just one
to come sit or swing before the day is done.
Nature's mix has taken my colors away
as long as it lasts, I'll feel this way.
Perhaps tomorrow the sun will come out
and a few brave souls will wander about,
sit on my slide, or swing on my swings,
I long for my life that their presence brings.
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