As Fingers Thaw

As fingers thaw, they can now bend to your sweet will, my dear old friend around that pen, or to those keys to dabble in sweet memories    adding your own spice to the blend Winter gnarls bones and can suspend desire to write, she won’t pretend that she is kind; she feels unease     as fingers thaw So hasten then to put an end to Winter’s ill, go heal and mend those poems hurt by her painful freeze Let them go free, cajole and tease it’s their time now to set the trend     as fingers thaw