NO MORE WINTER POEMS
I have just put my foot down with a firm hand,
Write no more winter poems, not even on demand,
No more pretty icicles, no more of ice filigree
That I see will I describe however pretty it be.

No more poems about the beauty of the sun on frost,
Because winter however lovely should soon get lost.
We in the north have winter with us for so long,
It should be mentioned in some northern song.

With about three weeks of spring we can claim,
Then in rushes summer with her warmth and rain
A lovely two months of joy and bliss we feel human,
A month of fall that’s all for the warm part of the plan.

Last leaves a lot of times for winter, but please mind
Of mine, cut out all these winter poems that you find,
Or I will have to lock them away for a little while,
For now it’s time for better weather to come and smile.

M Ann Margetson February 13, 2002
2002/1861/nomore/nature winter