Winter weary

Winter Woe

I am sick of

All this snow.

Sniffles. Sneezes

Runny nose

Frigid fingers

Frigid toes.

Eaves and gutters

Frozen ice

Petrified

Stalactites. 

Walk with peril.

Drive with dread

Ice Age Six is

Dead ahead.

Thermostat?

Raise it higher.

Add some kindling

To the fire.

Where’s the robin?

Where’s the sun?

Why is winter?

Still so glum?

Gloomy skies

Pewter gray

Tucked in bed is

Where I’ll stay.

I will say just

One more thing.

See you later.

In the spring!

Copyright © Shelly Reuben, 2025. Shelly Reuben’s books have been nominated for Edgar, Prometheus, and Falcon awards. For more about her writing, vibasit www.shellyreuben.com