The First Day of Winter

Good Morning Winter,

You lay like a blanket on the coldest day. Protecting the grass from the harsh winds who don't approve of their greenness. You dress the trees in white cotton, decorating the mess the Fall has left behind. You grace the streets with slippery flakes that collide automobiles, but you only mean to close the schools for the kids to spend some more time in beds. You are a dog's dream, a giant water bowl, and my how cute you make the pooches look with your small pinches of fairy dust on their noses. You slap cars with mounds, and you are a toy-land for the mini's. 

You only mean well, Winter. 

But you are a temporary grace for this world, they will hate you in no more than a week. 

I still love you, you fascinating wonder.