How I love to watch the morn
with golden sun that shines,
up above to nicely warm
these frosty toes of mine!

The wind doth taste of bittersweet,
Like jasper wine and sugar.
I bet it’s blown through others’ feet,
like those of…

…Caspar Weinberger.

Explanation.

It’s the only thing I knew about Weinberger. Perhaps that’s enough?