Mister Cold

          When I was out in Portland a few weeks ago, the weather was nice.    At least for the first few days. Then came the snow and the 20 degree air. I was so depressed. Why did it have to be like this? I got enough of this at home. You would think that after I came all this way to a state that gets snow only a few times a year, I would have gotten away from the white slush and bitter sting of wind chill. Yet, here I was. Freezing cold toes and just plain cranky. The Oregonian friends of ours made fun of me. 

"You live in Minnesota. You should be used to this!". 

I just want to say that just because one lives in a state where the weather is below freezing almost 5 months out of the year, doesn't mean that one "gets used to it" or for that matter has to like it. Cold weather is just that. 

COLD. WEATHER.

 I'm pretty sure that our bodies were not made for it, therefore I haven't gotten used to it and in fact...I think I hate it. 

:)

 That being said, here's a silly little poem about a stalker. 

Enjoy.

                       2-25-2011

The cold haunts me

He knows where I go

I can't get away from him

He follows me to and fro

I came to get away

Thinking it would work

I have had enough of Him

Our story could be a book

Cold is a stalker that I just can't shake

I can't run, I can't hide

He fills my dreams and makes me cry

He always goes for my toes

Then moves to the fingers and nose

I need protection from this madness

I just need to be left alone.

I feel like he knows I hate him

So he tries to punish me this way

Well it's working just fine

He attacks. Every. Single. Day. 

Who can save me from his bite?

I feel that whatever I do, fails. 

I fear he will never leave me

And one day I'll slow to a crawl like a snail

Till he wins completely and I freeze all the way through

His plan will be completed and nothing will be new

The world will become a big cube of ice

Everyone will be chilled to the bone 

And no one will be nice

We will all be cold

And at each other nip.

Snap, bite, hiss and growl

This is how the world will fall

The end is near

Brace yourself

He comes the cold

 Embrace it, do not fear.