Ode to Winter
The temps have fallen to below zero.
Layers upon layers don’t keep me warm.
Where have you gone, my warmth, my hero?
Cold is now the norm.
Propane came today and I looked at the bill.
Get out the checkbook; don’t think about it.
Not much I can do; it’s a bitter pill.
The furnace stays constantly lit.
My hands are cracked to the point where they bleed.
Cream seems to help if I lather it on.
A little warmth is all I need.
I’ll get more layers to don.
The house is rattled by gusts of wind.
Hearing it howl just makes me colder.
I never knew it could make such a din.
I guess it’s just because I’m older.
Winter, oh winter, please go away.
I need some bright warm sunny days.
Out in the sun I yearn to play.
Then the cooling bills I’ll have to pay.