Winter

Railing to th' pixies wont engender change; if you 

believe th’ birds & bees cooler weather’s again in 
season; they say no way it’s climate instability, it 

needs freeze in summer’s fail to wipe th’ slate or 

break a spell that takes y’ gelid feet for ransom in 

a fete o’ lurid fantasy; no mate it’s just a season’s 

way of being what it is; tho’ as your age explains, 

no way you’d deem it be as of, or by, another fee 

And so we wrap in layers meant to salvage heat, 

while seeking warmer spots that meet a comfort 

level slightly higher up th’ chain - yet out there in 

th’ tepid sun’s surmise, basked in fragile adages 

less agonies, the wise agree - this Winter comes 

a great surprise - and learn again how t’ survive 

© 16 July 2018, I. D. Carswell