The Evaporation of Winter

The Evaporation of Winter

It seemed he owned eternity
for he hung around so long,
so through those endless empty months
I would dream of winter's end.

Just this morning, over coffee,
I witnessed his defeat,
and secretly I snickered
at old man winter's fate.

The weaver of my misery
lay melting into puddles,
quivering in the presence
of a young and warm spring breeze.

So I donned my rubber boots
and stomped and kicked each puddle,
until a million scattered drops
lay helpless in the sun.

I smiled beneath the warming rays
as winter silently departed,
and I basked amidst the rising steam;
'til I realized 'twas just my coffee!


(written for Stormy's poetry newsletter contest)