Poetry by Jeffrey Sommer
As trees go bare
As days grow dark
I look toward winter
When the snow will start
Soon the grass stops growing
Roses bow their heads
Stray cats are sleeping
In the flower beds
Then the snow clouds form
The sun goes to sleep
Farmers cover their crops
And shelter their sheep
When at last the snow comes
I rummage through the shed
Where I keep the shovel
And my rusty old sled
Before the sun breaks though
Until the snow begins to melt
I go sledding down the hill
To remember how it felt
Jeffrey Sommer enjoys writing poetry on social issues as well as relationships between people and the environment.
