Winter Poem

a poem about winter, for winter, BY winter (as dictated to me).

I took a walk in winter 
The whitewash took my woe
And warped it while I waggled
Wading through the snow.
I wagered I was wandering
And warned that I would wind
To a wafted point, a whispered end
Of a wishing well since mined.
But I whiled yet on pathway
Waltzing with my fear
And whipped and flipped a warhead
Into wanted chandelier.
Incurrence crashed like cold wind
But wisdom wrested warmth
And I took both and wrapped them each
Worn emblems of reform. 
I wrestle oft with winter
A wicked warden-witch
But if I work and weather
I can wrought a wiry switch.
And willful, wily winter
My former enemy
Through winsome wilds and worthwhile wreckage
Takes a walk in me.

 

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