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.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

© 2019 j.g. lewis