Just Enough

Somehow,

It is ironic to drink lemonade during

A snowpocalypse.

It just doesn't feel right.

It's a slap in the face to winter.

Hallelujah.

And suddenly,

The weather just got un-fun.

It was amazing to watch the freezing rain

Stick to the trees and form glittering ice.

But now,

The immobility has become ridiculous.

The cold has become too chilling.

And it now feels

As though someone dropped a brick

Four stories onto my heart.

Mind.

That soul-lace where emotion lives.

And the brick has been pleasantly lodged there.

Don't you feel that way,

Sometimes?

Don't we all get crushed

Under the weight of ice and snow

Like the brittle limbs

Of the poor trees by the streets.

And dear,

What of you?

In this snowy,

Icy land.

Weird,

How I miss you.

Sad,

Really.

But it's true.

Adieu.