gotta love those marshmallow arms. thank goodness i'm in a one piece.
i have finally come to the conclusion
i can’t take winter.
i have tried
i really have tried
but what I realize is this:
i like the pre-Christmas winter
little chilly days of baking cookies
and drawing hearts on windows
Christmas shopping and listening
to Christmas music
decorating the house and tree
like one of those miniature figurines
all cozy and softly lit
pulling nugget on the sled as he
sits there like a sack of potatoes
and I actually want it to snow, i truly get enchanted at the vision
of snow flakes drifting onto my lawn
and then Christmas is over.
and the feeling starts to fade.
and then New Years is over and
it pretty much vanishes.
so i try to get my poetic self to look
at the cold days in an inspirational manner
but i’ve already had enough cold days
of inspirational manners.
and i try to realize that it will go away and
that i should just grin and accept the 6 degree weather
but then i step outside and my chapstick gets all
weird on my lips and my hair is full of static and flying
into my eyes amidst the bitter prickling wind
and then my eyes start to water
and when i wipe them with my glove i smell gasoline from
when i pumped gas and then i start thinking
oh my, what if there’s gasoline in my eye now
and of course i get irrational visions of where that could lead to
and as i finally get into my car i just ….
ahhh!
i can’t take it.
i want spring.
i want summer.
i want to sit on my deck and read a book in the warm breeze
and laugh when nugget calls out to the birds like a little monkey
i want to wear a cute dress and ballet flats
and go for a walk under the sun with my family
like the cute little Polaroid picture we are
i want to hop out of my car as happy as Dorothy
when she first started following the yellow brick road
i just can’t take five months or more of cold weather.
enter project: Move me outta here, quickly
i’ll keep you posted.
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