Why do you look at me disconsolately,
When warmth is all I provide?
You wouldn’t be there but for me,
You wouldn’t be by the fireside.

My name is Pretty Winter,
I am clad in snow that’s white,
Pure and chaste, untouched,
By the harshness of summer’s might.
 
The mountains love me much,
And you ski down the slopes, don’t you? ‘
Tis for Nature and Man that I’m around,
But the brunt of my temper you bear, that’s true.

But there is a softer side to me,
My heart too does melt,
I’ve seen my trees bereft of leaves,
Their penury I have felt.

I can be mild and gentle,
When I see you withered and worn,
And summon then what follows
The Spring, yet to see the break of dawn.

If it wasn’t for my chill, my friend,
You’d never know what ‘woollies’ are,
And it’s only when you’re summer-struck,
Am I, for the course, then par.

I suffer the cold too, you know,
In silence and in wait,
So please don’t be harsh and dismissive,
Cos I deserve a better fate.

I shan’t be severe I promise,
If you promise to not give me a miss
, I’ll be back from my sabbatical,
To give you, as does a cold mistress,
A blistering warm kiss!!

(Ashok Sawhny is a prolific poet who has over 35 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06.poems@gmail.com)

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