Today in Saugatuck this December four,
Snow stuck to our harbor's inland shore.
The gray fog of flakes awakes our chore
In a back-log of takes to remember more.
Remembering all our winters not by score,
But the feel of winter; the sense of before;
Of recalling youth and it's opening door:
First snow rekindles everything and more.
Snow stuck to our harbor's inland shore.
The gray fog of flakes awakes our chore
In a back-log of takes to remember more.
Remembering all our winters not by score,
But the feel of winter; the sense of before;
Of recalling youth and it's opening door:
First snow rekindles everything and more.