Return of the Old Man

I woke up today to find Old Man Winter out in the yard.  He was quietly, milling about outback in the leave-strewn garden.  I was surprised to see him because he wasn’t due for a few more weeks. A light dusting of snow let me know he was around. I’ve known him for quite some time and was glad to see he wasn’t in a bad mood.

As I looked out the window, he glanced up and gave me a quick nod. It’s a yearly ritual we ‘ve been doing as long as I can remember. At the start, he saw me as little boy, looking out with excitement at the new fallen snow. Now he sees my haggard middle-aged-morning face peering out- toussled bed hair and a weekends worth of beard stubble.

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It’s strange to think of him coming around before I was born. And stranger to think of him coming around after I’m gone.

At that point, at least I won’t have to shovel!

copyright 2016 Christopher Donahue

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