Keep in mind, the best time of Winter
for me is the end of it, I tell you thousands
of times I hate being holed up indoors--
though the witch-hazel bushes will bloom
and the fruit-bearing boughs shed their clothes
in the uncouth weather leaving a clear view
of the iced, yet pristine sunset with
that distinct clearing leads to reminiscing
early mornings, I deserve coffee but I hate coffee.
