I Pray Poem by Thomas Plotz

Finally February, brings cold winds blow
Bitter taste of frost bite,
Right, needed dressing in layers, just to stay in your home,

Chilly, drafts squeeze in, between the windowpanes,
Disenchanted whistles, of whipping wind,
Distant shrills and shrieks, whispers night, wins in…

If bitter winter wind, associated with a color,
Super cold, grey, with white snowy silver
Would rule…
With unpleasant punishing pain,
Cold winds cruel…

I'm able to handle 28* and up without heavy wind,
I've been seen without a jacket in the 40F and up, but

The negative - temps hurt. Slashes at the skin,
Now worn thin, chapping and dry,
Tears freezing, when you cry,

I pray - the warming shelters are open!

For those needing to escape the,
Whispering shrills, of whipping wind,
Colors of, super cold, grey with white snowy silver,
I pray…

T. Plotz
I Pray
11 FEB.2016