Winter Poem

Okay, it’s not officially winter yet, but when a friend left a very haiku-like voice mail for me this morning, I made it the first verse and ran with it.

 

I hate winter, too.
It’s raining here;
It’s yucky.

Traffic builds:
No one remembers
How to drive.

Windshield wipers
Smear dust and oil
From the fall.

Cold steering wheel,
Cold gloves left
In the car overnight.

Too stupid,
Too lazy
To bring them inside.

Now the scarf itches,
Orange fibers all day
On my neck.

Winter beret
Smushes hair
Snags earrings.

It’s yucky.
It’s raining here.
I hate winter, too.

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