Winter comes and Winter goes
and in the meantime there may be snows.
Snow I don’t mind, but not ice, God knows.
With ice you get North wind that blows
and paint your face with a glowing nose;
not to mention painfully frosted toes

As Winter comes and North wind blows
your sinuses become raging flows;
your eyes no longer contain Heavenly glows.
Cautiously, we maneuver the ‘tos’ and ‘fros’
from door to car, find the lock has froze,
unprotected it’s sealed, a solid close.

Slipping and sliding, everyone goes
back into the house to try to compose
a day indoors; we will now enclose
our bodies in warmth, our feet in wool hose.
Hot chocolate, popped corn, our favorite shows,
make for happy times evading Winter's Ice throes.

O! How I DO love Winter snows,
just don't like when the Ice Storm blows! 

 © Jackie (Micke) Jinks, January 2007