Old Man winter
Old Man Winter
Your chilly arrival
Makes me nostalgic
Even as you choke my nostrilled breath
I recall the soothing warmth
Of sun filled days just passed
I concede your artistry
As you suck the lingering life
From a writhing autumn
Fallen flames of dying maple
Tapestried around
I am your recalcitrant serf
Yet your frigid invitation entices me
To wander bundled
Through powdered mounds
Of virgin white
I will survive your icy grip
Slip through your moons of gloom
And emerge crocus like to greet the April orb
You tenaciously veiled so long
I am your reluctant friend
Your stiff necked frozen fondling
Of the earth is but an eerie shadow
Over my yearning for deeper joy
Aslan’s day is coming
Christmas truce forever
The swaddled lion shakes his mane
And you were just the weather
–Clair Jantzen, November 18, 2014
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