Winter Does Not Endear Me

I shiver in the bitter cold wishing winter were well over. The northern wind, ever bold, makes us all run for cover. Forgotten now the summer sun we took for granted months ago. Forgotten now the summer fun. The landscape here, now only snow. Eagerly I await the spring when earth renews and warms again. While winter has her frigid fling, her gift of carpet, white, she's lain. I shiver in this bitter cold wishing winter gone from here. Her snowy world, lovely to behold, is not a season that endears.