the winter and mr. ackenheil

as we sat on the park bench

amid a warm summer's day,

mr. ackenheil paused

and looked up to the sky.

"it's pleasant today,

but just you wait

until the time now

isn't the one you are having.

in six brittle months

this will be nothing

but nothing,

all snow covered cold.

you're going to get it,

no matter if you want it or not.

and if you don't like it,

well,

you can turn up your nose,

but father winter

will do back the same.

for he's an ornery, cantankerous fellow.

unlike me.

 

mr. ackenheil sniffed

and went back to throwing seeds at the birds.