A Green Tea Winter

Hello winter, you're a little late. have a seat, i'll make some tea to warm your icy face- Could you ease up a bit this season, see that old man with paper eyes and danceless bones... can't wield the spade anymore... he's a couple of carots and an old blue tic beyond alone- Along time ago you smeared black ice under layers of God snow... caught him off guard ...slid'em into hell severed what he loved: tobbagan rides candle-lit eyes white gowns and vows aflutter. Now every snowflake is the same, A devil dagger to his mind. white picket fence and basinetts buried beneath the blackest ice- Well, i can see by your silent eyes. that you haven't changed a lick. A prick is a prick is a Prick... So go ahead lay it on good and thick. I'll sling the spade and pic for him, thaw his heart with small flower talk.. melt your soul with fists of salt. I'll make the old man an earth strong cup of green tea... so he can smell the sprigs of spring.