By the flame that burneth bright, O Horned One
We call thy name into the night, O Ancient One
Thee we evoke by the Burn Barrel Bright
This winter has been quite the Fight
Bridge broke with me on it, what a Fright
Almost fell from a great Height
Looking forward to more Sun-Light
Tired of the eternal Night
Earth spinning right to left, then left to Right
Change in seasons, what a Sight
Change in finances, not so Tight
Tired of all this white White WHITE
Writing this “poem” thru the alphabet A-Z
So have to end with the word Zite.
I am NOT a poet, just cabin fevered early morning blogger who will just say “The Devil made me write this” whose footprints i see in the snow…..