Winter’s grab, spring’s handshake: A poem 

How winter arrives like a string of grey pearls 

Cold and icy, devoid of a child’s curls 

Rattling the windows in gusty sweeps 

Their hinges wailing in arthritic creaks 

Leaves turn brittle like unfulfilled dreams 

The air gets cloaked in misty streams 

I feel the freeze of an enemy’s shoulder 

Time quickens pace, the old grow older 

The streets are smoky as the fume gets thicker 

Stony words exchanged as friends start to bicker 

But spring will come festooned with new leaves 

In its sandy arms I’ll melt like the seas