Ballad of Winter

she knows nothing—

how dare she compare the depths of winter,

to a barren wasteland of sorts

how dare she wince at the bitter wind

swearing & shaking her fist at the sky

tainting it’s name, banishing it’s nature

does she not see the beauty in the end ?

does she not appreciate the cold slumber ?

how frost sits a top naked tree branches,

delicately tracing the ground,

reflecting tiny slivers of sunlight,

oh to be embraced by it’s frigid arms

& kissed by it’s rough lips

doesn’t she know ?

This is what makes the warmth

that much sweeter