Old Man Winter

Nip my nose! Pound at my core! I’ll frame a warm blanket ‘round thighs and toes. Decorate with icicles door-to-door! My darling and me, nuzzling like eskimos. Together we can take anything that Winter throws. Throw a softball of snow my way and I will merrily call in the snowmen brigade. They come armed with carrots and stones…olé! Dear Winter, who will come to your aid? I shiver! I’m afraid! Forget about that, I’ll take a nice sleigh ride down a glistening hill, with my honey-bear by my side. With speed bumps, it’s quite a thrill. Please Winter, don’t set out to kill. Bitty flakes on my lashes, shoulders; I shake. My sweetheart will take off my scarf, coat and boots. So warm by the hearth, we’ll not soon awake. Before that…we drink cocoa, eat cake with dried fruits. We will dream of you, Old Man Winter and your pursuits. 12/14/2021