Setback

This winter too shall pass

Leaving her cold and abandoned lass

Her flaws will huddle close to keep her alarmed

The wintery silence is thrashing her hard

Parky weather will hug her sniffing stinky past

Windy chills -trying to give her another setback

Derailing and keeping her off the track

Where rustling among leaves

And hush-hush of fog and mist

Will remind her of all the twists

Where she was standing in the middle of the road

And crushed for not paying heed of the honking horn.