Winter, We Love-You-Love-You-Not Song

Winter, wake with wizened whispers of the hoary plume

Budded belvederes a-slumber in earth’s dormant womb

Woo, if but with frigid fretwork of frost filigree

The invasion of a network primed with petal-spree

Will, with ev’ry gale you muster, Beginnings beneath

Nearer with each bluster draws the daisy-dusted heath

Winter, warm us, not with kisses, but with bliss of this;

Always after your brouhaha, surely springtime Is

Teeming glimpse of Eden pulsing where winter, knee-deep

Warms the nucleus of nature with its icy sweep

While the throes of thermal stitching itch our swaddled skin

While we weather Weather, waiting for spring to begin

Winter, stir in us the common sense to feel your thrill

No other season is privy to the shades you spill

Where white wears a world of subtle colours in its gloss

(To try to describe it always leaves words at a loss)

Shimmering with glimmers like an ocean glazed with stars

Still-life waves, blue-capped, surge, picturesque, o’er prism bars

Winter, weave your wonders but keep your time-frame in mind

After you have wowed us with white, would you be so kind

As to take your leave before we weary of your ways

While we press our faces to sweet dreams of summer days

While we ooh and a-ah at what we bank on… (pard the pun)

Winter, you will lose yourself in the kiss of the sun

© Janet Martin