Fare Thee Well
Fare thee well, dear winter, fare thee well,
Till we meet in December.
I know you can tell for you I fell.
You gave me sweet things to remember.
Watching a weeks worth of soap operas
On a Saturday morning,
For you I fell, I know you can tell.
Cozy, without the clock alarming.
Toasty warm in a crocheted afghan
With a cup of herbal tea,
I know you can tell for you I fell,
There I found rest and serenity.
It’s not quite the same in warm weather.
The afghan’s itchy and hot
For you I fell, I know you can tell,
Therefore, I store away my teapot.