Writing Attempt #3: Poem
Why a winter wonderland
In the Spring of all times?
The assault of the cold
Clashes with the meager forces of heat
Energy sucking away
I remember the blue and purple
The same on me
My blanket a small shield
against the onslaught.
The blue and purple now invade the base.
The blue inside
The cry of thermal underwear and hot cocoa
cannot be heard over the battle shouts of the cold.
Numb outside I am
Can I type further?
My hands freeze, begging for the embrace of the heat
The cold denies.
My feet try to bury themselves in the slippers
The cold intervenes.
The blanket reaches out to assist
The cold has already got a foothold.
The blanket begins to unfold
Under the mighty hand of the cold.