March 13, 2026

it’s chilly again
this morning

we had our peek into what
the rest of next season will look like
i could even feel my mood
shifting
upwards

and now it’s cold once more

the dreary, winter sky
the brisk winter air
that slices your face if you don’t cover yourself well
and the hopelessness that accompanies it all

[i wish i could enjoy
anything
about winter

but my soul was made for
anything
but]

February 1, 2026

it blows into february
the air of awful anticipation on its wing
the cold burning even colder
than january’s sting
at least there’s snow
from the first month’s storm
whitening the ground
providing [minimal] distraction
from second month’s
curse