Why talk about the weather?
It just is
where you are
something to
endure.
So you go out
and the wind
cuts thru your body
freezes your face
so cold it burns
feels like a steel pike
drilled into your forehead.
That's freaking cold.
Really, really cold.
Not worth talking about.
I mean,
you may wonder
why do people live here?
Not sure. Still,
thinking of Spring.
I do believe it is
coming. I mean,
probably, right?