S weet winter holds my favorite annual day
when cheerful santa flys his big red sleigh
love frolicking in the bright fresh-fallen snow
to feel it crunching beneath my booted feet
see the glistening whiteness of the world’s glow
and feel the crisp chill’s bite upon my cheek
so wonderful — walking in this winter wonderland
putting up, and then taking down the tree
the freezing climb to light the house — misery
it’s really hard, trudging in new-fallen snow
my poor feet are soaked and soar, totally numb
snow-blindness on the roof certainly is no joke
and this damned Bell’s Palsey really is no fun
this wasteland’s a frozen kinda hell – so just go
it feels this miserable season goes on and on
fell off that frozen ladder again in early dawn
I wandered lonely as a cloud from concussion
winter… wicked winter— just be gone!
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rob kistner © 2022
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**NOTE: this is a work of fiction. I have no concussion.