Are roses red?
Are violets blue?
No really, are they?
I don’t remember what’s true
This winter is long
It’s cold and ruthless
If my teeth keep chattering
Soon I’ll be toothless
Morning: the sun peeks out
Burnt yellow, like a yoke
But by noon there’s a blizzard
Mother Nature’s sick joke:
“Just kidding, little ones!
Go back inside
The freezing rain is on its way!
Your tulips will die”
Who else is over this sh*t?
®Cristina Cole