Winter is Hard

Winter is hard.

Dragging lugubrious time spread out over frozen ground.

The landscape set in variations of black and gray conceals

Latent life buried below, silent and waiting under a chill.

And mirroring a sky brushed with wind.

I find myself getting fat for no reason and I am always cold.

The urge for hibernation is strong.

I want to curl up, hide away.

Instead, I go out swaddled in the heavy scarf and black puffer coat.

Insignias waved, not only by me, of temperature extremis.

I smile behind the layers.

If anyone can see the useless effort there is no acknowledgement,

My false optimism is wasted.

One more indignity or could it be a reprieve?

Few can tell my age.

An introverted sun behind clouds sinks, too soon, towards the horizon,

Without cozy gatherings of friends or family around a fire.

Only weather marks the passing of daylight, evening and night,

I am tired and darkness calls me to my bed,

Repeating the mantra through the falling snow,

Winter is hard.

Summer is Coming

One forgets the chill of an Ohio winter on a day like today.
Stepping out of the air conditioning , the sun blazing on the sidewalks, the humidity boiling in the atmosphere.
Lungs can barley suck in the blanketed oppression and sweat accumulates as we sigh with torpidity.
Oh, if only it could all be bottled and let loose in the midst of January.
The house would be heated for a week.

Is this the swelter before the storm?
I wonder?

Memorial Day


Memorial Day

The sky is drooling gray on this day to celebrate the dead.

Lying a bed the extra hours, grateful.

Sacrificial spring is cold.

Still there is clamor on the street

Anticipating the parade,

Honoring and remembering

Remembering enforced duty with little option.

No fan of waste am I.

The dying always die.

We watch through black and white to verdant color

Appling polemic practice

To steady motives against attrition

The parade passes and remembering,

Wonder silently, the question;

Does the world need a parent?