when darkest days retreat too slow
and flowers still refuse to grow
and smells are encased in chill and damp
within you, writhing, is Spring's soft glow
Restrained and muffled, impatient and troubled
you look out the window, it's glass panes doubled
and check the weatherman's website, 3day, 10 day, now
there's no good news there, no yellow orange or red
just purple mix, blue rings of sleet, and white in the center
white right where you live......what the fuck, more snow?
so, to sleep, to sleep. your heart, and your feet
keep inside, for tonight inside, just tonight.
stay inside, your day will come, outside you will run.
tomorrow the sun will shine, the weatherman lied.