Winter will not wait
for soft scarves, warm parkas,
or Mom’s hot chocolate.
Mindful of nothing, but itself,
Winter comes as it goes,
as it wants, as it will.
Unexpected, unexcused,
an unrepentant breath leaves
a deep trail of icey footprints
across our psyche. Winter waits
for when we are most vulnerable.
Winter cannot not wait.

02/28/2019                                             j.g.l.