Winter Wash

Blissful, blissful winter wash
Always clean for I,
Has been too cold and so harsh
For anyone but I.

I humbled in the snow,
Always a fan of cold,
But those summer few,
Of whom I knew,
Needed someone to hold.

The angel flakes
And powered quakes,
Of which I’ve learned to love,
Have questered over
My friendly lovers
From somewhere far above.

I smile at a gray sky,
And lay awake through the night.
My known aren’t so lucky though,
And their now’s aren’t as bright.

Blissful, blissful winter wash
Always clean for me,
Help them over their troubled ends,
This once, just for me.