Winter

The winter wind bites through my soul, as I sit here all alone
It cuts deep and leaves me cold, wondering when the sun will be so bold,
And with each day knowing, to arrive and bring some welcome heat
To bundle up and get going, so that I can start the day and succeed
Mittens, gloves and snow blowing, to be hopeful and not mope
Winter must have her go, with the spring comes a brand new hope