TILTING AT WINDMILLS : Winter Weary

Winter weary
Winter Woe
I am sick of
All this snow.

Sniffles. Sneezes
Runny nose
Frigid fingers
Frigid toes.

Eaves and gutters
Frozen ice
Petrified
Stalactites. 

Walk with peril.
Drive with dread
Ice Age Six is
Dead ahead.

Thermostat?
Raise it higher.
Add some kindling
To the fire.

Where’s the robin?
Where’s the sun?
Why is winter?
Still so glum?

Gloomy skies
Pewter gray
Tucked in bed is
Where I’ll stay.

I will say just
One more thing.
See you later.
In the spring!
Copyright © Shelly Reuben, 2025. Shelly Reuben’s books have been nominated for Edgar, Prometheus, and Falcon awards. For more about her writing, vibasit www.shellyreuben.com

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