The world feels off kilter
I think I'm supposed to
Rejoice but
I can't
My woolens lie waiting
The trees are confusing
Some are bare twigs
but others,
green plants
The seasons do matter
Our brains love a pattern
The pattern seems broken
But how long
And why
Will my December
Yield full winter's splendor
Require my mittens
My hat pulled
Down tight?
I'll gladly surrender
This warmth in November
If I can be promised
A cold
Winter's night
