Unwelcome Guest

I have said "Goodbye" to Winter
Half a dozen times or so,
But I guess she didn't hear me,
For she doesn't seem to go.
She lingers on the doorstep,
Puts a foot upon the ground,
And when I think she's leaving us
She merely turns around,
And reaches for the knocker-
And opens up the door-
And brings the same old shiver that
She gave us all before.

Nobody seems to like her;
No one begs of her to stay,
But they really can't prevent it
If she will not go away.
You'd think she'd have some manners;
You'd think she'd be a sport,
And when she wasn't wanted here
She'd cut her visit short.
Oh! Winter, you're so tiresome,
There isn't any doubt,
You'd better move along now,
You've worn your welcome out!

by Nan Terrill Reed, written 1926