Miss Winter is a fickle lass.
Confusion is her game.
Some days, she's wild and blustery,
and other days she's tame.
Just when you think you sense the warmth
and sunshine of her smile,
She blows her frigid breath around
and chills you for a while.
You can't adjust to such discord.
No use to plan ahead.
The football game when held outside
may get rained out instead.
Her snow, she scatters everywhere
and paints the landscape white.
You might enjoy her scenery
but not her chilling bite.
The slush she leaves when snowfields melt
is not a pretty sight.
Her frozen rain turns roads into
a hazard over night.
But there are those who like her moods
and love to see her come.
Each season has admiring fans
and Winter, too, has some.
But as for me, I'm not her fan.
I'm happy when she leaves.
Although I must endure her whims,
I'll not be one who grieves.
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Using any form of poetry, with or without rhyming, write about Winter using the technique of personification (as if this season were a person). |
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Personification of Winter
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