Weather Warning

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day
when you are much more like a winter’s night?
You are the freezing rain on my parade,
the gust that snaps the bridle of my kite.

It’s true you burn me like the summer sun
and, like a summer day, you make me sweat
but any warmth you give is hit and run.
I’m Romeo to a frigid Juliet.

I only wish that I could give to you
one kiss in hope that it might thaw your soul
but when I tried my lips kept turning blue
and numbing frost-bite spread to your South Pole.

Perhaps one spring, we may come together
to let love bloom, despite your heavy weather.