I wrote this last year, but it applies today. I am unproductive, uninspired, and undeniably
SICK AND TIRED OF WINTER
I can’t stay up past sundown. I’m wide awake at three.
All day I am lethargic; I know what’s wrong with me.
I ache for old friend sunshine who eases all my pain.
I hate precipitation, but I’d welcome summer rain.
I need a break from frigid, this deep freeze really sucks
I’m sick of slippery roads and salty cars and trucks.
I want to feel a trickle of sweat roll down my spine.
I’m sick and tired of goose bumps and freezing all the time.
I’m tired of wearing socks to bed and nightgowns past my knees.
I am sick and tired of winter; hurry springtime, please.
For all of you who love it
I have a word or two
WINTER- you can shovel it
That’s what you can do.