A Reproach to Winter

It's January 1, 2019, and the weather outside today feels more like June than January. But I don't mind. It reminds me that Spring/Summer is on the way! If you know anything about me at all, you know that I LOVE summer! Like I love dark chocolate, sunflowers, peace signs, and owls. Summer is just ME, and I am summer. In fact, I wish my NAME was "Summer". Ha Ha. Actually, the very first book I wrote (which you can get here!) I named the main character, "Summer".

But this blog post is NOT about Summer. I'll save that post for another time. No, this post belongs to WINTER. And to all those, like me, who find winter their LEAST favorite time of the year.

​I give you now, an original prose that best expresses my feelings about this most dismal season....

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A Reproach​ to Winter

​Your cold, dead stillness
suspends time in a frigid grip,
While unwary victims befall
into your ruthless solstice asylum.


The tall, willowy white limbs
of the mighty birch stretch upward,
reaching for the warm rays
of sunlight above.

Gray skies hover over barren fields
like the scavenger deathbird,
searching for victims of 
winter's icy chill.

Snow comes and wraps the earth
in it's cold, wet blanket;
Then cries muddy tears with the
melting of the first sun.

As daylight ends and the moon
steals the sun from the sky,
Cold winter winds thrusts icy daggers;
The naked night air shivers.

Make haste, winter;
Your gray beauty has fallen from grace;
Spring will soon burst forth from its cocoon,
And rebirth the life you stole.

-Lisa A. Tippette