Beautiful to behold
But I must be getting old
Because a sense of dread has taken hold
Looking at the ice
Knowing I can't get off the porch
Even the picture doesn't seem nice
Waiting for the sun
Know chores must be done
Guilty feelings about the outside community
I hate to admit it
But there's no denying that
A Fair Weather farmer, is what I've become
© Jonquiljunction2016
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