Worn-out Welcome
I wish winter would move
on.
But in Colorado it doesn’t
want to.
Each spring, it howls with
determination
to extend its stay, though
it wore out its welcome.
I wish winter would move
on.
It clings to the new buds
on the trees
and the purple blossoms of
my lilac bush.
It bares its white teeth,
read for a kill.
I wish winter would move
on.
It teases, allowing the sun
to appear.
Then when our hopes are up,
it snatches warmth away.
I wish winter would move
on.
It insists I keep the
heater on
when I know Arizona’s ACs
are working overtime.
I wish winter would move
on.
It sets its icy jaw in stubbornness.
It knows its days are limited.
Summer serves an eviction
notice.
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