Winter Be Gone

Written by: Mohammad Yamin

Your hands cold as death
Your bite killing like snake’s venom
Your breath leaving trees bereft
Of  leaves, stripped, lonesome

Birds migrating to warmer land
Grizzly bears for hibernating send
To earth a carpet of snow lend
Chestnuts in the lap of fire spend

Gloved hands holding golden cognac in goblets
Men & women dressed in warm leather jackets
Wines, roasted almonds, soups and turkey breasts
 Enjoy the gift of comfort and  rests

On the other side of this scenario 
People in numbers and not few
That suffer profusely because of you
Their tattered clothes are no shield
Of your ruthless biting teeth

Ill nourished, frail and ailing lots
Not haves but have nots
Your victims, your prey, weak and forlorn
Cry out ‘winter be gone’, ‘winter be gone’  

(Judged Winner on Feb. 2, 2013 in the Winter be Gone Contest of Francine Roberts)