Those Who Live in Grass Houses

Winter Sprinter

Winter Sprinter

Come with me now to the depths of winter
when breath is so cold it seems to splinter,
rasps in your throat like pepper and minter,
scrapes in the lungs until your eyes squinter,
rattles its way a dot matrix printer,
just enough to make anyone whimper.

Speak to me now of how pretty the snow,
and set that beside the cold that I know.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For PromptMaster! Week 2 Task Prompt
Prompt: Write a poem that’s almost too much.