“The end of winter” is not “Spring”.
morning light still powder blue
a chill at sunrise
leafless branches
lack of birdsong
bed so warm
most certainly
this is
where we’re supposed to be
but alas alarm (three snoozes); winter wins
(sigh)
comfort, loses
day begins
so very slow, push push and push and barely go
drawing superhuman power to make coffee, take
a shower
go from here to here again
but that’s the point of when this is
the destination lies ahead
all efforts leading back to
bed so warm
until we hear the birds
and see the leaves again
and allergies begin
in Spring
around the corner
fifty feet ahead
next stop
just give us five more minutes
bed so warm
I Really Think That You'll Agree.