The winter has overstayed
It's welcome.
In the beginning, it was good to see
A climate change friend,
Even if just to say:
"In this part of the world,
In December,
You should shiver yourself awake
And avoid the urge
To hibernate."
The season brought all the pleasures of good company
Those creamy capsule suede colored coffees,
The sharp contrast of a poker stoked radiator,
Beneath blankets on the sofa
Are always to be savored.
But the permafrost has reached
The marrow of my aging bones,
It's time to soak up the Sun's solace,
Cast off jackets, scarves and
Burglar balaclavas
And the feeling that,
I'm an unshot gunslinger's revolver
With all six rounds loaded in their chamber beds,
Ready and coiled
For spring.
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