An Ode To Winter

 

Winter, what do I tell you

As you bid farewell

To fly in another hibernation?

Forcing another gloomy contemplation.

 

Dust

Like a familiar tapestry before the eyes

Mixed with smog that could smother

But, in truth, not really a bother

'Cause suffocating we all are, since birth.

 

Gray

Isn't it all?

So tell me the balcony and the hole in the wall

Gray leaves on gray branches on trees not gay

But gray too is a colour, isn't it?

They never seem to say.

 

The Cold

So cold but not a shard of discomfort

Layers and layers, over and under

That rest in peace under an army of duvets

God may try but could never replicate.

 

Breeze

Blowing gently, spreading love and dust

Causing the clouds to bow, invisibly but.

It's a shiver so welcome, running up this spine of mine

Hairs do rise too, in an applaud so fine.

 

Hate

Surrounds you, undeserved and unjust

Based on baseless love for colours robust.

Hate for the stupid perception of gray

And the longing for the gaudy flowers you slay.

 

Spring

Holier-than-thou will come, no wonder

Its inevitability tearing your traces asunder.

But they rejoice, oblivious to their blunder.

Spring's a false friend,

Just a gateway to summer hell.

 

Winter

Don't worry, you've got a lover or two.

Begin to pine for year-end, and I do too.

Let the bears wake now, foolishly, cursed.

And all the jubilant masochists be burned.

 

Do hurry, your friendly zephyr's all I long for

Free of those creatures of heat and summer sun.

Oh, how I love what they call 'gloom'!

Take this, Winter, my billet-doux to you.