Enough about pain and pity,
There is music around
Dance with distance, come close quickly,
Let your laughter abound
Let love litter in your letter,
Show me to gratitude
The cold is gone,lose the sweater
Love is an attitude
Like cakes, you beautify hill tops
With your icing kits, smeared
Your flakes bake smooth frost as it bops,
Quenching the hell that neared
The couple wrapped like gift in bed
Bond the heart desires
The coat on us and caps on head
The worth of burning fires
Open the curtains right away.
Feel the warmth of the sun
For the cold that led souls astray,
And killed without a gun
Go out and play on the park lawn.
No sweaters needed
If you wish, play until it’s dawn.
When you’re done, go to bed
It’s February in the far north
It was once December
Men in bed would go back and forth,
Season to remember
This morning the pain creeps away
To shield self from the sun’s
With the sun comes the making hay
and getting all things done,
Like the sunshine on a cold day
You promised me warmth with
Feels like when spring ends in mid May
I can finally breathe
Love has melted my once cold heart.
I’m ready to feel you,
Let me be the muse to your art
and when it’s time, I’ll be
I celebrate those frosty days
the days of thick sweaters
I celebrate the warmth that stays
those with silent heaters
I celebrate crooked tea ways,
boiled suns of the cheaters
I celebrate the cold gone rays
passing through the bleachers
The sun came out to sit with us
Bringing warmth and damp light
He asked me not to make a fuss.
He comes to get things right,
It is good that the cold is gone.
What has come may be worse,
Just like the log you all sit on.
“I am here as a curse”