we've had an assortment of
weather
four seasons converging
together
whence I awoke there
was a coolish
nip
with associated cloud
like winter's
grip
by noon I dressed
in a light
blouse
for the air felt similar
to a summer
rouse
late eve bought
an autumn
feel
south east winds
blew upon my worn
keel
as night approaches
the true spring
lilt
is dancing around
my trunk's
silt

will be interesting to see
what's on tomorrow's
isotherms
as the climes vary in their
statement of
terms

A cold season that brews cheer and a glacial wrath
Seeing children bundled up in the fluffy white blanket
Also playing and prancing all through the town
While the white widow weeps amidst the crowd

Everyone’s laughing and dancing around
All while my babies are taking a pound
Soon they will see once I gain more ground
The built up wrath of the frosty crown

As the weather worsens families stay inside
Sparking their fires staring outside, unaware of their demise
Sipping eggnog and cocoa, I will not be denied
Presents under the tree, I can almost hear their cries

*Every year every time they push me to the side
Not this time, for they will fear my devastating tide
My white raiders will ride all will run and hide
And succumb to the power of the great white bride