Winter Woes Poem by Not Long Left

the dandruff that falls from the frozen trees,
the fragmented remains of the shattered leaves,
the icing sugar sprinkled on the ice white grass,
the steam coming from the mulled wine glass,

winter is welcomed by those who have rooms to retreat,
the cold unforgiving, unrelenting winds and rain,
snow is fun for those who can roll carelessly around in it
knowing that they can warm there lucky brief frozen fingers,
at the flick of a switch,

its the ignorance that enables us to frolick on the white carpets,
but that is by no fault of ours,
maybe its me,
maybe i think to freely,
and see,
the the woes in the snows of our land