For Winter Is Here (Rondeau)

For winter is here with cold days and deep snow The thoughts of hot summers gone long ago Now days are short and grey clouds fill the sky And shivering nights that make you cry Wearing colourful woolly hats wherever you go And cups of steaming hot soup making you glow Standing at a freezing bus stop Oh that wind does blow Then seeing the bus coming and driving right on by For winter is here Icicles hanging from houses then dropping below Like arrows or spears that athlete’s throw Walking snow in the house Oh nothing keeps dry The weather forecast is for more snow and you sigh So hunker down write poetry a Sonnet, Haiku or Rondeau For winter is here