Monday, March 9, 2015

Don't leave me, winter!
With your long cool nights of ease,
With your so efficient cooling me
In mere seconds when I need relief.
All your lovely melting snow
Trickling away between the fingers of this land.
I would hold on but I destroy you with the warmth of my grasping hand.
And chasing you: that hateful woman, busybody spring,
With her self important 'get things going', her little birds that sing
Of motivation, illusions of goals, a point to anything. 
Don't leave me, winter, let me turn and rest a little longer
Underneath your soggy blanket of white, before the searching sun gets stronger.

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