winter wears its ice
harsh as windblown grains of sand
a frozen sweater
quickly by the moon
it cloaks its peaks in crystals
feet buried in snow
a flirtation with frostbite
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Photograph: Alpine Exposures
Real Toad's Kenia issued this Challenge:
Write a poem that keeps a dialogue with another poem, poet.
I chose Mama Zen's poem: Flirtation
Mine is the negative to her positive take on February snow. We all have those people. No matter how grand something looks to us there is that person who will rain on our parade.