When she writes her poems

"It always snows
when she writes her poems.
And so the town's people cried:
Why? Why must she write
such snowy lines?
Can't she see
that we will freeze? And why
can't she write about the sun and the birds
and a warm summer breeze?
Or why won't she stop
writing all together?
She should think about others
who don't like this kind of weather.
She should, but she won't,
and it always snows
when she writes her poems..."