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.