Writing Attempt #3: Poem

Why a winter wonderland

In the Spring of all times?

The assault of the cold

Clashes with the meager forces of heat

Energy sucking away

I remember the blue and purple

The same on me

My blanket a small shield

against the onslaught.

The blue and purple now invade the base.

The blue inside

me.

The cry of thermal underwear and hot cocoa

cannot be heard over the battle shouts of the cold.

Numb outside I am

Numbing

Can I type further?

I'm blue

cold

My hands freeze, begging for the embrace of the heat

The cold denies.

My feet try to bury themselves in the slippers

The cold intervenes.

The blanket reaches out to assist

The cold has already got a foothold.

The blanket begins to unfold

Under the mighty hand of the cold.