Today’s Prompt: Write a poem of greeting.
by Angel Dawson
Winter, I hear you, knocking loud upon my door,
I feel your icy fingers, see your misty sighs…
I greet you with mixed feelings of dread and salutation,
Your cold is uninvited but I love your clear blue skies.
The glow of a lamplit window on a cold and wintry eve
Warms a weary heart with its welcoming sight.
But the ache in my poor fingers from the iciness you bring,
Leaves me wishing you would leave with all of my might.