Winter Chagrin Poem by Sher Lianne Christian

Freeze me, squeeze me, winter,
in your cold grip like a vice.
Make my blood run frigid with ice.
Splash me, flash me your sharp grin.
Gnash your icy teeth in the frosty wind.
Chomp the flowers off at the stem,
leaving them to wither in the bloodless sun.
Blast the leaves from the trees,
but stop your laughing at my chagrin.
I'll stomp you out with my light within,
blazing fiery until I win!
I'll be cuddly, warm as a summer kiss,
cloaked head to toes in golden light,
draped in velvet and sensuous silk.
I'll wear chenille and curl up with tea
until the world tips to greet the sun
and leaves you on the run.
I'll be laughing then
as I chase you out the door.
You'll pop up down under to even the score.
So, do what you may, winter, I'll be warm
with the light of spirit blazing high.
I might even call my lover and say, "Hi."