Getting Warmer

My poor hands are always cold
Forever turning white or blue
Alas, my woes do not end there
For my feet are icy, too.

Because I am so frosty
Nobody wants to touch
They say “Stay away from me!”
“Icicle hands!” and such…

But there is a silver lining
That makes it seem less dire
For I do enjoy warming up
In front of a toasty fire.

What Spring Brings

Spring flowers sure are beautiful
The colours and scents do please
I wish I could enjoy them more…
But all I do is sniff and sneeze!

I love to walk on sunny days
But with spring, I have issues
For I am left with itchy eyes
And my nose buried in tissues.

It’s a shame that such beauty
Brings with it such trials
Oh, to enjoy this season
Not with sniffles, but with smiles.

Feeling the Cold

I should be used to winter
But it’s becoming clear
That, somehow, I feel the cold
More each passing year.
I rug up like an Eskimo
Have the heaters set to high
My kids sweat and peel off clothes
“It’s far too hot!” they cry.
Well, it’s alright for my young
I know they’re all naysayers
Laughing, they say “Really Mum?
You’re wearing how many layers?”
These kids, they do not get it
They just can’t understand

So I say (like my dear granny)

“Come here and feel my hands”.
Cold hands mean a warm heart
So my heart must be ablaze!  🔥
The chill in these extremities
Never ceases to amaze.
Sadly, fingers white and icy  ❄️
Are an all too common blight
My poor husband jumps a mile
When I cuddle up at night.
And, speaking of bedtime,
Oh – how unsexy I do get!
Thick blankets, woolly socks
And PJs of flannelette.
I hanker for the winter’s end
For I do like spring a lot
I like the sunshine and the warmth
I just hope it’s not too hot…