Snow covered potential
Like drenched frozen meadows thaws slowly, if at all
Potential is essential but frozen it becomes tangential
A side kick in the comic instead of the dashing lead
The power is atomic but encased in ice it starts to bead
Water droplets douse my soul
As the frost around my hot dreams begins to melt
So I keep that icy water in a bowl
And hope the frost bite won’t leave a welt
A winter mood’s been brewing
Rumbling and bubbling inside my gut
And I can sense this cold snap coming
To put my inner artist in a rut
So I’ve decided that it will be summer
Starting now and whenever I please
If you think warm weather is a bummer
Then I hope you get stung by bees
The welt from a bumble’s stinger
Let’s me know that I’m alive
And if I can carry summer in my heart
My inner artist will survive, or thrive, or take a nose dive.
But hey, I’ll be warm. And that puts me in a very good mood.
