Cold Fingers

I look out my window No longer white and fluffy The snow has turned a sickly gray Much like my mood towards this season of death Tired of dark clouds and cold winds The birds are wise to abandon this desolate place I dream of sunshine and blue sky Running barefoot across green grass Smelling the fresh scent of spring breezes Lazy days of summer accompanied by young lovers For now I am a prisoner in a cold land Wrapped in my blanket staring out at the gray Nothing seems to warm the coldness that has invaded my soul Old man winter has stolen another day I wait and I wait Time seems to move in reverse Is there any escape? Yes I go to my computer Warm weather awaits me Just a click a way Visions of spring dance in my head I can cheat on winter Escape cold fingers I can fly away to some exotic warm land Run through Sun drenched waves Drink umbrella drinks I can follow those clever birds I long for this escape Just four hours away I arrive at the airport bags in hand Feeling oppromistic Then comes a storm Old man winter refuses to release his icy grip I look out the airport window The snow covered runway is pure white All flights cancelled A block of ice where my heart used to be How I long for spring Winter Be Gone Contest Poem written January 27th for your contest.