No Comfort

Snowed last night,
likely will again,
Winter still
a sad refrain.
Been far too long
when just yesterday
it surely seemed
to be almost gone.
I’m tired of parkas,
frosty breath, woolen hats,
scraping windshields,
and this,
and that.
No sun,
no warmth,
no comfort in anything,
even knowing
will officially
be Spring.

03/19/2019 j.g.l.

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