Notorious wind,
colder than cold,
January days
in Boston.

Sun shines down
from pale blue sky,
but the winds
are bitter cold,

stronger than
strong and
fiercely
stubborn,

creating
slick layers
of ice on uneven
city sidewalks.

I am
not
pleased
at all!

My inner child
continues
to rant
and impatiently

counts down
until
spring’s
arrival.

 

Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.