A poem by Rachel Gregg
Winter is woman She is timely She is wise She waits patiently for November And opens her beautiful eyes
Winter is a woman Stunning peaks and luscious curves All of the season’s blessings A true promise land is hers
Winter is a woman Danger looming as her weapon Though often cold, frigid, and angry Up her slopes we still be schlepping
Winter is a woman One moment laughing, the next enraged We look with awe and wonder Of her ravishing charade
Winter is a woman She’ll seduce you with adventure She thirsts for daring wanderers And those who yearn to quench her
Winter is a woman Ever pushing us to the limit Just when you think you have conquered her You’ll crave another summit
Winter is a woman She’s a woman demanding our respect Through rainy spring and blistering sun In our memories she’s perfect
Winter is a woman You’d best not wait too long Go my friends and find her folly For soon she’ll be long gone
Rachel Gregg wrote this poem for the introduction of the Femme Fatale award at the 2015 Cold Smoke Awards, which she then read with Rachel Pohl as they announced Pretty Faces was the winner of this year’s award!
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