Okay, enough already!
It’s a futile misunderstanding of the world
to wish winter away -
like insensitive words.

Snow I love -
fresh flake and flood,
shoveling in the driveway
my blue coat turns white
as flour and we wake
to moonstone evergreens.

Yet no one claps or stands for ice
and a freezing March is without glory.
It is coats, boots, gloves, hat, scarf,
long underwear, sweaters, ear muffs,
on and off, on and off, and on and on,
and the sky stays white,
and everything is blurry gray,
and we’re growing old in the United States.
Indeed.  It’s easy to magnifying
what is liked least.

Okay. Acceptance baby -
bring it on!  I wish only to be here now.
In Minnesota.
I'm going out into this icy c..c..cold.

Under all these layers
is a warm me.