Wicked Winter

When frozen is morning, and same is the night-
the wicked winter endures.
When butter-cheeks redden and nose all-a-sniff,
the wicked winter endures.
When icy are toes, and numb fingers plenty,
the wicked winter endures.
When sudden surprise comes from under cold feet,
the wicked winter endures.
But when white-flakes float ‘round and caress my sweet thoughts,
I sure will endure through this winter.