I will be honest. I do not like winter. Don’t get me wrong, it has its moments. Sometimes the snow is pretty, but I mostly find it annoying. I don’t like to be cold. I’m cold-natured and always have been, so cold weather doesn’t appeal to me. Here’s a poem about my feelings toward Indiana weather and a little bit of my OCD mixed in. Enjoy
“Love & Hates, Spring & Winter”
I sit here, waiting.
The last efforts of Winter coating the trees, the ground,
lovely, but unfeeling.
Winter once meant laughter & joy,
rolling on her white drifts,
Lately, I can’t bear to see her.
I try to avoid her,
sitting in the unnatural light,
artificially keeping warm,
but she always comes.
If it were just her,
life might be more colorful,
but it’s her parasites,
those that call themselves “Flu” & “Cold”
that darken this once pleasant season.
Soon, Winter will pass,
not to be seen for some months,
making way for her lively, youthful daughter Spring,
who brings hope & health.
Sunlight & warmth frighten the parasites,
after month of hiding,
I leave this unnatural place and joint the rest of the world,
but just until Winter wakes again from her deep sleep.