My Love-Hate Affair With Old Man Winter

PAD Challenge day 20: For today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt:

• Write a love poem. Or…
• Write an anti-love poem.

Sometimes I think that I could do without the ways of you

You rattle skin-bone cages with your grin-and-bear it jeer

And though I've come to expect all the wild, white things you do

Sometimes I weary of the armies that you commandeer

…but then I cozy up with quilts and listen to you wail

And feel so wealthy with home fires and supper-soup feast

And then I thank the Lord for shelter from your howling gale

A glimpse-of-heaven-haven when your weather is a beast

Sometimes I get enough of white fluff dazzling fields and streets

The beauty that we push, plow, shovel keeps me torn between

The wonder of your wander-lands swaddled in pristine sheets

And hunger for wild-flower strands and meadows em’rald green

But then I hold a mug of Hot after your cold halloo

And feel So Very Fine in fuzzy-slippered hearth-front chats

After I turned the other cheek and you fist-cuffed it too

Though I had put on armour of coats, mitts, boots, scarves and hats

Sometimes you are a flirt, your kiss soft, starry-eyed delight

Sometimes you are a jerk and push me hard across the yard

Sometimes you are a lonesome fellow calling through the night

Sometimes a rowdy, rough-neck rogue, sometimes a brooding bard

Belief is trust in Something that we cannot see or touch

Where Hope and truth comprise the age-old faith to which we cling

So I am not completely over-whelmed by your clutch

Knowing that given time enough, you always yield to spring

© Janet Martin