Winter

I wrote this poem to express how I feel about winter.

I dread the winter's coming on

The trees without their dressings

I fear the winter's dark, cold moan

Long shadows without blessings

Bare tree limbs are upward reaching

Where the sunlight seems to fail

I hear the sound of great owls screeching

Trees look like witch”s fingernails

I hate the cold that winter brings

Dark, dank weather for each day

It seems as if I'll never sing

Or see again sun's lovely rays

My body aches and hollow feels

Furnace and fireplace are roaring on

But to me they don't seem real

No heat can reach into my bones

Oh, winter will you last so long

With dreary rain and colder mist

Oh, how I wish that you were gone

And Spring would put on me it's kiss

Author's Note

What do you think?