UPDATE! ENG 203 students helped me revise. We put in “bleeding” instead of “blue-gray” in line five, AND we’re contemplating using a verb/gerund in the last line, something along the lines of dancing/prancing like a gas (based on the heaving and skipping preceding it).
Unremittingly gray and beige and white,
The forecast should have called for headache weather.
This must be what arthritis looks like
From inside the land of pain. Frozen virus showers.
Bleeding pewter, slate, graphite, gray.
Dirty snow. Even pine trees look more black than green.
Oh, February. Oh, Wisconsin. Oh.
I would flush this bleakness like shit if I could.
Another month at least of scraping the windshield.
Of all plans depending on what the weather pretties say.
I almost don’t believe in hot and humid,
In a day when there is zero percent chance of snow.
And yet, just that fast, the snow’s subliming,
Heaving from solid, skipping liquid, free as a gas.
We know it snows in Italy. Here’s proof.
But that’s not what we think of when we think of Italy. Here’s to a sunny day, sitting on a stone veranda, drinking a chewy wine out of one of those little water glasses. Cheers!
(photo from Flickr, Creative Commons)
Wonderful. Thank you. Captures the feeling perfectly.
Hang in there!
Ditto here, also! No snow, but lots of rain, yuck, and gray skies abound. Perfect day to curl up in front of a roaring fire with a good book. Definitely Excedrin Migraine weather.
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As I head to surgery tomorrow to remove a kidney stone, I give you this wonderful poem that perfectly captures how I am feeling.