Winter watches with bated breath;
Autumn ignites a fiery death spiral.
Winter waits in respectful silence.
In the interim hush,
The darkest nights herald the newborn sun.
Winter quietly steps forward as we
Close the blinds and make tomorrow’s careful plans.
We awaken early for work or school,
Mistaken, we’re sure;
Only a Sunday morning would be so still.
Winter watches, amused, as indignant surprise
And rattling plows mingle with youthful delight and scraping sleds.
Feral cats stare at us,
Assigning responsibility for this outrage.
Winter sighs, depleted.
Sunlight, too brilliant for comfort,
Blossoms from the clouds in a southwest wind.
“Good thing,” we remark,
In a nod to those who wait
In the lengthening line of homeless
Outside the rescue mission across the street.