Chilled Disdain: Winter's Unwanted Embrace

Bitter winds assail, a frosty attack,

Winter's arrival, is a season I lack.

I detest the cold that seeps into my bones,

As winter's grip tightens, my discontent groans.

Grey skies loom, casting shadows of gloom,

Sun's distant rays, a fleeting, rare bloom.

Icy pathways, treacherous and slick,

My disdain for winter is an unwavering pick.

Frozen fingertips and numb toes,

Endless layers, bundling up in rows.

Nature's beauty is obscured by icy disdain,

Winter's intrusion, a relentless pain.

But amidst my loathing, a flicker of light,

Hope's glimmer, promising warmer respite.

Until then, I endure, with begrudging plight,

Counting days 'til spring, in this wintry fight.