Prayer To the God of Winter

Prayer To The God Of Winter Ye foolish God of Winter, How dare you paint this land in white Tis' enough the wind and brutal cold The cold raging in, seeping in at night Pains that rake deep this body old! Why think thee the beauty overrides, Are not the aches we cry often about Witness to your malicious white attack Shall we gather here to scream out Or silently moan behind your back? Cease now, with this cold fluffy stuff, Think thee , all so dearly love snow While you send this floating rain We dare to curse, so you will know And perhaps, not send the white again! Pray Ye, merciful God of Winter, A reprieve from bitter slicing cold A time to warm old bodies and bones Here us, honor this plea, don't scold We that beseech thee in desperate tones! Robert J. Lindley, 08-08-2015 Note- Fall is here, winter is just around the corner. I love the beauty and majesty of snow but the cold often can be brutal. This poem is about that brutality when it is extreme and so harms so many. Thus the great beauty does not compensate.