Ode to Winter

Poetry, Writing Spot

Winter, why dost thou act like a spoilt child
When Spring peeks in her head so wild?
You must give Spring her turn;
When will you ever learn?

Winter, why do you raise your fist
Of ice and snow, you get the gist?
Won’t you listen to reason
And stay in your season?

Winter, why do you stay too long?
To outstay your welcome is wrong.
With love I say to you, friend,
This must come to an end.

–DG, 3.20.10

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