Jealous Winter Poem by Margaret Murphy

You delight in stealing Autumn‘s russet coat.

Why? Oh why? When your raiment rivals hers,

You arrive and tear her clothes and strip her bare,

Your time will come, why rush, let every season have her day.

But no, you come and nip us, playing tricks, and spreading gloom.

Why do you play such cruel games, when you can be such fun

You might even be the nicest season

Tell me then, what is this envy all about.

When spring is playing, there you are trying to grab your season back,

Even summer in her glory, often feels your icy hand.

Think of Halloween and Christmas time, are they not your shining hours,

Playing snowballs with the children, do we not show you our love?

As we skate on your handmade rinks, toboggan down your snowy slopes

Are we not your greatest fans.

Winter, you are such a jealous season, you want all things for yourself

You encroach upon each season, taking their fair share of weather.

Will this year, I wonder, bring any small improvement,

No, I really don't think so. You are winter and we love you, warts
and all.