Winter Only World
It would be sad, I think,
To be trapped forever in winter
For the winter world is so bleak
For there’s no green, purple, or pink.
We could never see our bluebirds
Or monarchs in clear skies,
We would have to clear a path
Every day, which quickly dies.
Every year, sliced by wind,
Every season, blind by snow.
And no matter where you look,
Not a thing would grow.
Yes, the children would laugh and sing,
It’s in their nature
To make a game of everything.
But what about pneumonia, frost bite?
These are surely not a snore.
Dear sirs and madams,
You may think that I’m a bore,
But not everyone has heat
Nor the means to make, I think.
I have been cold and maybe it made me bitter
Some say I’m like things that slither
Truly happy only when over warmed,
But when I think of winter,
I remember that storm,
The walls just dulled the blast
Of old Jack, his crew,
And his horrid ballast.
While I remember good winters with ease,
I also remember how I hate to sneeze.
I think we