Winter is dark, cold & it turns my mind.
Worry’s a short trip thru the snow; I find.
Frozen vistas host brisk dangers that linger.
Slip & fall, concussions, break fall, break finger.
The skin of our bodies in pain from the cold.
So wrapped up we toddle like a three year old.
Ice covers all with a gem shine assurance.
Jack Frost’s a jackass kicked back by insurance.
Shiny surfaces cede no grip or footing.
“Winter Wonderland” just doesn’t seem fitting.
L.B.Stowe 