A WINTRY MIX
I cannot remember when I did not rejoice over winter’s end.
Cold months sacrifice my skin and leave me wishing for spring again.
I cannot feel the warm clasp of his hand wrapped in mine.
Perhaps the two of us are frozen solid and still in time.
Even loving words fail to defrost my soul frigid and resigned.
I cannot adjust my thermostat to a comfortable setting,
And nature’s wind chill is the source of much fretting.
Daily, my bones become creaky, stiff, and brittle.
My youthful flesh screams for relief and is embittered.
I cannot resist the call of a temporary heating pad
That I’d make a permanent and lasting fixture,
If it were not for double layers in my wardrobe picture.
I cannot prevent extra expenditures on gasoline, antifreeze,
And moments on bended knees with travel mercy pleas.
It’s a weather regimen that this Bahamian would have avoided,
If she had power to foresee how brutal this quarter could be.
I cannot change it or explain it, although I wish I could erase it.
The words of the preacher, the son of David, King of Jerusalem are
“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven...”
(NKJV Holy Bible)
And much to my dismay, that encompasses the unavoidable today
Including death, taxes, injections, and winter, the freezing season.
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