The Dreariness of This Frigid Season

Goodbye Fall with all the auburn leaves of the reddest sunset, goodbye crackling path where I met the last songbirds, whose melody accompained me to winter's doors; and with deep sadness I kept on looking back. Welcome gloomy winter with short afternoons and long evenings; watching the advancing shadows and loudly hearing the furious sound of the squall rampaging the stately trees, and making them weep when the icy rain comes down with lightining. Sitting in a rattling, rocking chair, I peruse through pages of sunny places afar, forgetting the dreariness of this frigid season and be consoled by a warm fire; and still nostalgia abounds...thinking of the pleasant strolls of a past season, which thrilled me with its colors, and through delight I justified my reason. O winter, don't linger as you always have...shorten your stay, avoid foul play; and could I ever stand a pale sun, hardly giving off with its luminiscence, in this house hidden among the maples and the pines of a squalid valley? Old winter, don't mislead me with days without snow...that's utter pretense! Goodbye explorer fedora hat keeping my dreamer's head cool, sparing my skin another ugly wrinkle, allowing late beauty to rule; goodbye iced coffee sipped from my Big Apple plastic cup, which I bought along Fifth Avenue in a crowded, variety shop. Ummerciful winter, pity the desperate state I am in, reduce the wrath of your devastation, step inside and to tell me your amazing tales... hoping that I will write them down for everyone to read and enjoy for immortal ages; relentless winter, reduce the dreariness of this frigid season. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci