I Am Winter

I Am Winter I am cold – not heartless, nor do I wish any harm. This is just the way it is, my gaze - a shivering chill, my kiss - a frosty sting, my breath - a numbing touch. I come alone – uninvited unwelcome, unappreciated to lull to sleep the cycles that need rejuvenation. I am angry – for you fear me - shut your doors, lock your windows, deny me but your harshest looks wrap yourselves in layers lest we touch. I am saddened – thus I whine dancing around your houses bending low the cowering trees weeping sub zero tears that never fall. I am Winter – and when my time is done you will rejoice that I have gone never thanking me – for the beauty that awaits. John G. Lawless 12/17/2014 Submitted to PD’s – Winter Poems #1 – Poetry Contest