from Poetic Parfait
Winter has a way of making me long for spring and summer, when the weather is warmer and the outdoor activities are many. But rather than wishing it over, today I will celebrate the coldest season of the year here in Victoria. The winter sun looks on, and it is time to release a poem to honor the season. I hope you like it.
The blue hues above my head won’t deceive me,
The glass door swings shut behind me and
My mouth makes a beeline for
The black striped scarf hugging my neck.
My hands, from within the silky
Pockets of my fitted red jacket, are envious,
Only receiving a third of the protection they would
Get with the fuzzy gloves bundled in a
Box in the entranceway closet.
The wind fights for a taste of my neck,
But I won’t let it nibble,
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