A Blustery Cold Day

At dawn, when I wake my world is a winter wonderland blustery, gusty winds are blowing pure white snow into drifts cold, chilling and icy is the air in this lifeless world beyond my window down, deeper under my fuzzy blanket I sink even my kitty does not take a peak, but finally, we did get out of bed . . . getting a cup of coffee I gaze at my frozen view hopping on the window sill kitty tries to catch a snowflake clinging inside is so nice and cozy warm . . . just thinking of going out makes me shudder kissing me, kitty jumps down and runs away labyrinth paths in the park are buried deep magnificent, regal and sublime the trees have donned their white gowns nature knows how to create a landscape beautiful . . . over there, yonder is my car beneath that lump of white painfully, I realize that I am going to have to go out there into the cold questioning my sanity I put on my winter gear ready- I look like I am going on an Arctic expedition snow, pure white, heavy and blowing waits beyond my doorway trembling, I leave the safety of the house . . . unsympathetic, kitty watches from her warm window sill with a meow violent, a cruel wind almost blows me over, but, oh so whimsical the snowflakes dance fanciful all about . . . Xquisite is my view- yes, winter can be cruel and nasty but so magical too, yet I hate these zephyr wild snow storms . . . ________________________ February 9, 2020 Poetry/Abecedarian/A Blustery Cold Day Copyright Protected, ID 02-1224-398-09 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Abecedarian sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, NA, Judged 03/03/20 Submitted to the Standard contest, Best N-A Poems 2020 sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 01/16/2021 Second Place