Global Warming

This is the rewritten poem about winter.

Our snow came many weeks ago
But still I find it's here.
Once it came it didn't melt.
The skies are nice and clear.

The sun comes out and does its best
But seems to get nowhere.
Outside, the weather's very cold
But I don't really care

I snuggle down inside my house.
And take a look outside.
I marvel at the beauty there
And view the land with pride

That old Jack Frost can't get to me.
I'm sheltered from the cold.
It's warm and comfy in my house
So let the north wind scold.

But will the weather slowly change?
Make Februarys warm?
It seems to me we're soon to see,
Warm weather as the norm.

(c) 2006 Henry L. Lefevre