Hi friends… how’s the winter goin’ for y’all? Yeah… I thought so. Now, don’t get me wrong. I know that out there are those who love the winter and celebrate in all that this season has to offer. They love the cold. They love the snow. They love to ski, sled and toboggan. They even love to shovel!
Yep, I realize that winter lovers exist. As sure as the tax man knocks on our doors every April 15th, they’re out there. I can’t comprehend why… but they are. It’s just that I’m not one of them.
Please don’t misunderstand. Some snow at Christmas time is nice. It adds to the holiday and it even makes me feel a bit jolly… but that’s about it. The winter of 2013-2014 has been an oppressive one and the following gives hint as to how I feel about living in the deep freeze. Stash
The Darkness
Polar plunge.
Arctic blast…
How long will this winter last?
Rude intruder.
Icy pest.
Be gone with thee, unwanted guest.
Icy streets.
Cars collide.
Is there nowhere we can hide?
Low thermostat.
High heating bill.
Wear a sweater, feel the chill.
Global warming.
Where’d you go?
Can’t see my grass because of the snow.
Cabin fever.
Feelin’ distressed…
Weather challenged and so depressed.
Stash
Depressed? Maybe… but every now and then, the sun shines, temperatures climb and we get to peek under the hem of Mother Nature’s warm and inviting skirt. Occasionally you hear of some brave “winter hater”, who has taken the bull by the… um-m-m… horns and does something about his situation. Like the Indian in the movie One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, he is the one, who manages to escape the insanity of the world in which he lives. This poem is dedicated to one such person. Stash
The Light
Florida…
Sunshine Ken…
Left Rhode Island for the warmth of a yen.
Long time pal.
Fair weather friend.
Eagerly joined the “snowbird” trend.
Bermuda shorts.
Blossoming plants.
Who knew he was such a smarty pants?
Winter hope?
Tropical scheme?
He’s living the life of my frostbitten dream.
Stash