Winter Poem

Do I like Winter?

How can I know?

Every December,

Delivers me snow.

The cold bites my fingers;

The dark poisons the air.

I know like Summer,

When all things are fair

Maybe the Winter

Delivers me warmth,

Warmth I am numb from

Until later months.

I think I like Winter. It gives me a reason To look up and be grateful

For all other seasons.