Winter's presence

The product of my whimsical mood on a pleasant day last winter.

Winter likes her solitude,

opposed to by others being viewed.

Unlike her showy sister spring,

she finds it foolish to dance and sing.

Hers is a rather mournful tune;

one not oft heard in the ides of June.

Her harsh winds carry blind disease,

born not on gentle autumn breeze.

Of brightened flowers she knows not;

you’ll never find her where it’s hot.

Yet she’s pleasant in her way, "

though I’d never wish for her to stay "

her absence would mean nothing new.

Spring would fade, and summer too.

Thus winter's presence does endear

the miracle of living here.

Reviews

[Sasha]

The second line was confusing at first. I know what you meant, but the way it's phrased threw off the flow a bit and was kinda awkward. I think "dislikes" would work better, but of course, that's just a matter of opinion. I loved the last two lines and the personification of the seasons.