An Ode to Winter and How It Can Shove Off

By: Anonymous

I thought about a poem for this month…

Winter.

Can

Eat

Crap


But, that didnt seem deep enough.


Winter.

The cold and darkness 

fold my soul into a small 

Devilish 

Origami

square 

I can not shine.


But, that seemed too depressing.

So, the realization that I am not a poet looms large…


The bottom line is that I struggle in winter. I feel sluggish, irritable, tired, and sad often for no reason. I want spring. The smell of mud, worms and softball. I want to wash wet slimy dirt out of the knees of my child’s pants. I want blooms, birds and beer in whatever order they appear before me. I want rebirth in my tired soul. I want all these things. Soon. 

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