Go AWAY, Winter!

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