Write a four line poem about something that is: coming to an end.
Mine, I will freely admit, is a little on the optimistic side.
Had a couple of small bookings in the alley this afternoon, which helped the second half of the day to fly by. The morning was less swift, but that was okay. It's not like I was fully awake for it anyway.
His bags are packed,
He's ready to go.
Winter will rest
Until next year's snow.