Winter's Desire

Oh Winter, I'll surely miss thee. You're beautiful to see Your crystal clear days With your soft sunny rays That silently warms the trees, Oh Winter, your sight humbles me. I hear you cry at night Through the trees and hills And through the window seals Pleading for a lover's plight, Oh Winter, you sound such a fright. I love your quick embrace When I walk outside You cannot be denied A sharp kiss upon my face, Oh Winter, you're so full of grace. I feel your hands clawing Through the holes and cracks Of this lonely old shack Your desire sharply gnawing, Oh Winter, till the spring thawing. Your burden is too great I cannot keep you I haven't the warmth to So then here I shall await, Oh Winter, till next fall abates. Timothy I. Brumley