Snow Miser’s Frigid Kiss

poetry, humor, winter, New Year's Eve, Modern PhilosopherAs memories

Of Christmas fade,

And another year

Nears its

Inevitable end,

My thoughts drift

To New Year’s Eve,

And how nice

It would be

To have someone

To kiss

At midnight.

It has been

Too long

Since I’ve done

Anything other

Than fall asleep,

Well before

The clock strikes

New Year.

At the moment,

My year end plans


Channel surfing,

Eating someting

Bad for me,

And making sure

The pipes don’t freeze.

As luck

Would have it,

Snow Miser

Has decided

To lock Maine

In a deep embrace

And bestow

Upon us,

A long, deep,

Frigid kiss.

This Arctic blast,

Given without

Our consent,

Will leave us trapped

In a subzero state

For over a week.

Back in the old days,

When I had

Much better luck

With love,

A proper kiss,

Shared with

The right set

Of lips,

Could melt

A frozen heart,

And warm

My memories

For months.

Snow Miser’s

Frigid Kiss

Is not the

New Year’s kiss

I had in mind.

But sadly,

It appears to be

My only option…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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4 Responses to Snow Miser’s Frigid Kiss

  1. grannyK says:

    I will be alone with two dogs on New Year’s Eve. Pet sitting! I am such a party gal. NOT

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