Winter’s cold seeps into my bones,

leaving me chilled and shivering.

While in my neighbor’s cozy homes

a fire keeps teeth from chattering.

 

I layer my clothes from inside out

in hopes of staying toasty warm,

but find I have to scamper about

always rapped in a blanket worn.

 

Snow never falls here where I live,

so some will find me most silly,

and many will not to me give

sympathy, a silly nilly.

 

I yearn for spring’s fresh welcoming

when early buds spring forth anew,

when sunshine’s rays come announcing

skies radiantly clear and deep blue.

 

Laugh, if you must, at my cold feet

and shriek when I ever complain.

Remember this, in summer’s heat

I’m cool in ‘Frisco’s foggy rain.