I woke up this morning, and this poured forth from my brain
to my fingertips. It’s really quite fitting. Happy Monday Fun Day, everyone,
and here’s hoping you find a way to keep warm. Enjoy my string of haikus.
Winter Wonderland
It is fucking cold.
Is this really what they call
Winter wonderland?
So cold, in fact, that
Snow sticks in direct sunlight.
What is that about?
Seventeen degrees.
Fucking seventeen degrees!
My plan? Stay in bed.
Head upon pillow
I glance outside to find a
Sea of puffy coats.
“Better them than me,”
I think while snuggled up in
My warm fleece blanket.
Wiggling toes shake off
Imaginary snowflakes.
I’ll have none of that!
I will get up and
Brave the penetrating cold.
Later. Much later.
For now I’m content
To hear the song of winter
Bundled in my bed.
It is fucking cold.
Is this really what they call
Winter wonderland?
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I can't say I'm too surprised,
Deep soul that you are.
Keep it up, my friend!
Your insights inspire us all,
You fucking POET.
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You flatter me so.
DeleteKnow I appreciate it
And miss you bunches.