OK, it may be a little early for this one.

I celebrate winter, but the season can also be really trying.




So Long, Winter-pal


You’ve hung around too long, brother

my skin is weary of your dry appraisal

you cloud the light, you stunt the trees

no relief from your raw breath.


Don’t tell me you have tasks to be accomplished

you’ve cracked the streets, you’ve blistered walks

no reason to remain but your perverseness

if I knew a winter-begone spell I’d use it.


Can I remind you there are four seasons

each allotted a quarter of the year?

But you’ve been with us full five months

I could characterize this as loitering.


If I could arrest you, I’d turn out the cops

if I could kick you away I would

you tell me you assist my introspection

but I’ve inspected spirit sufficient for the year.


I want to frolic in something called sun

I’m sure you remember that distant star

it’s a power you block so easily

I can feel you smirking around me.


I could flatter you, you’ve been of service

I loved your lazy white flakes falling

your crisp chill awakening me from torpor,

dark night comfort by the scented fire.


But now I need a season’s greening welcome

my body craves a boulevard of budding oaks

blackbirds calling through the marsh again,

light that leads me through the spread-wide-open evening.


You know that spring will overcome you

(though unlike Californians I support your presence)

so now I’ll help you pack and hit the road

ready? anything you’ve forgotten?