Seasonal Friends

Winter is long to many.

Fall passed; spring yet months away.
Silently, a swing set stands,
reminiscing of summer days.

Slide slick with fallen snow,
missing the feel of children
and the sun’s glorious glow.

Monkey bars now poles of chill,
aching for kids’ grimy hands
and longing for screams of thrills.

Swings sway idly in the wind,
wishing for just one push,
feeling little legs stretch and bend.

Hibernating in winter days,
a playground patiently waits
for seasonal friends to play.