Nice To Meet You Mr Frost

We've never met,

at least not yet.

My year-ends are usually,

in a sundress or a bikini.

Just the other day, I opened my door at dawn.

The chill in the air made me think, who is it that's born.

From the desert sun of 98 to an unannounced 52,

I asked myself, is that you?

I have to admit the beauty of the sunsets,

although I know tomorrow my windshield will be frosted.

As I warm up the car until I'm fine,

I silently curse daylight savings time.

Even though I've not yet encountered, a white Christmas

please be kind as you approach us.