Your icy days beckon all summer.
You tease me with each frosty autumn morn.
Your crystalline flurries dusting the lawn.
Your lacy etchings on each glass pane.
Oh the promises you make…
Clouding our true memories:
Gray dismal skies the heavy price.
Days on end of slush and ice.
Biting cold to peel off the skin.
Drifts and slips and terror-filled spins.
Ditches, snow days,
Scraping and sneezing.
But still icy toed.
Invasions by mice.
Soaks our socks.
Heating bills soar.
Of the warm…