Being cold
is no story,
about any
glory you
might think
is real,
for staying
warm is
the journey,
for which
we hurry,
as we
move back
to the Norm,
Sun and
some showers,
will bring
forth flowers.
A Spring
viewing pleasure,
no matter
the joy.
Truly a
feast for
one's eyes.
Rejoice now,
if you
know how,
to live
life as
you like.