A Winter Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

In the mild winter
This gray day is starting to turn into
A brilliance that can lift one's soul
And we are lucky for it
As we hope the weather continues
Like this until Easter
Though, this winter is beautiful
I cannot wait for spring
The soft winds are welcoming
However, we could have storms along the way
No one can predict Mother Nature
Since she's menopausal
She might get angry
And throw an ice ball in our face
As we enjoy the silence of the snow
Melting on the rooftops
We are sleeping in the warmth inside
Waiting for the plague to end
And start the summer celebrations