Irresistible Bitch

In the morning sun,
I sit,
Admiring,
The California winter, still green.

I have seen the depths of Winter
And now I have seen her blushing rosy cheeks.

She is quite beautiful,
This wintry being.

Her sunny crisp morn.
The lazy afternoons an early evenings.
Yet I have heard her howl,
I've seen her freeze the land solid
And blow destruction through the lives of her children.

The beauty of fallen snow,
The frozen lake,
And a warm fire,
The lining of the frozen Tundra.


But alas,

I wish to escape this temperamental beauty
Into the heat of the sun,
Into permanent summer,
Summer,
A less beautiful bride.
A diligent mother to the more fortunate soul.
Keeping the fruit of our mother
A constant delight.