#mood
The fertile green is deepening even though
the goddamn chill still permeates
everything.
Spring is fucking cold this year.
Our anticipation of warmth
has run its course and left us bitter,
our down coat pockets full
of damp tissue
from runny noses bitten by icy wind
that belongs
up in the mountains not
down here by the Sound
amid the moaning pine trees
that won’t block the breeze but
throw dismal shade
between us and what warmth
we might have gained from
the full spring sun.
We should be done with
bracing ourselves to step outside
and be assaulted by
the abominable nip
in the air.
Christ, we’re dying for natural warmth here.
We’re almost through
the end of April with heaters
forever set on high —
We need relief from the price of heat.
We need relief from the toll of drafts.
We’re all just so sick of
this fucking cold spring.
Beth Wilson | Author 