Late Winter Blues

Sense

Of melancholy

Fills me.

 

For

Winter is

Suppose to be

Over.

 

Yet

It linger around

Like the smell

Of stale body odour

In a locker room.

 

Polluting

My delicate

Senses.

 

As

Another dusting

Of snow

Graces the ground.

 

In

A thin white blanket

Before dissolving

Today.

 

Wondering

If I have turned

The calendar

To the right page

For the month

Of March.

 

Sigh.

 

Hoping

Beyond hope

This is truly

The last blast

From Ole Man Winter.

 

Shudder

At the thought

Of a late Spring

In May

Again.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

I am over it as well
you express this thought very nicely here
I bet their are many that are over it
like that you question the calendars month-got me to smile
I to would shutter at the thought of this till May
thank you for sharing

[therisa]

Thank you. Holly, Am old enough to remember late April snow storm, when I was a child, during the '70s. Still shudder that memory.

[Holly Mason]

well we are just building snow memories...can't wait to remember it melting

[therisa]

Lol, me too.