Winter White
By John Herlihy

Let us paint everything winter white;
Now wouldn’t that be an incredible sight.
To arrive on time in a sealed envelope,
Pinned to the horns of a stately antelope.
With messages of hope gathered in culmination,
To redefine who we are as a noble proclamation,
Dripping icicles will remind us of liquid glass,
Shining in our eyes with the intensity of brass.
The landscape now covered in a protective shroud;
The heavens above adorned with cumulus cloud.
Tailor-made crystals fall as beads of benevolent snow;
Our hearts in contentment as only true peace can know.
We could paint our minds anything from pink to blue,
To imitate childhood crayon sketches that I once drew.
But who wants to exhibit the colors of purple or blue,
When winter white shines brightly with sparkling dew.
Sorrows and regrets find themselves in the devil’s pay;
I make up my own mind and decide what I want to say.
Each season deals out its cards with the same old trick;
Spring rains, summer’s heat and autumn’s broomstick.
When we have a little time and can make things bright,
I choose the coldest of seasons dressed in winter white.