these grievous moody clouds mock me today..gray that i am.. ..i can't chase their blues away.. coughing snow, like an old man's time.. white piled upon white. whipping snow-swirls ... dervish, spinning devils twirl outside my window [pains] & grin, disappearing with every cameo the sun deems fit to gift and snatch back again. greedy snow-dogs prepare for their next performance.. practicing with deathly intensity...trying to keep things lively. someday.. I'm going to die in January.. the dark will ooze and work into my bones, turn marrow into permafrost, my heart to alabaster/ I was tired of the dark before i was born.
I'm with skyfire on the last four good stuff. it's not the cold that confines ya...im a snow bird, but the last 5 years in Florida has me missing the cold season and not liking this hot humid place. can't beat a northern spring/summer. The cold just makes it that much more rewarding. The waiting is the hardest part.
Funny, I'm from the north but I lived in FL for a couple years and I'd take humidity over cold any day...I can't function in the winter...I'm with youngatheart, someday, I'm going to die in January!
