Winter, you seductive bitch
I come to your open arms suspiciously by promises of sweaters and christmas
You deliver me skiing and beautiful landscape
But you get apathetic with my needs
Your feathery white carpet becomes a cesspool of filth from the bottom of my car
When will I see our shining sun again?
You don't know - I start to believe it never really being there in the first place
I finally leave my house, only to be reminded that I never want to go outside again
Now I know when you go away, and spring remains
Your absence will undermine my resentment towards you
My perspective will again be funneled into the glories of summer
Then fall will pass, with football and leaves
You will let down your shroud, and I won't be the wiser.
Oh summer, the forgotten one, forsake him plenty
ReplyDeleteWrap his wretchedness in arms of humid spite and choking haze
Blue sky above notice. Damn this A/C as it rattles. Pull down that shade!
'Til Standard Time comes like an asylum orderly to put him down.