Thirtieth Thought

I can feel winter creeping up
It's not quite here, but its moving
Glowing darkness through my windows
I saw it had passed by my street,
Touched low hanging branches as it passed,
Staining leaves red and gold

Winter and I had a fight a while back
We're still fighting to be honest

I know what my complaints are:
Chilling my bones at the bus stop
Drying out my skin, leaving sore patches

What did I ever do?

It's not like I've ever stopped and asked

I know why I'm angry with winter, but why is winter angry with me?
Maybe it's because I always favored her sister, spring
Despite the fact I'm practically allergic to her


Maybe she's pushing me
Like those teachers you thought hated you back in school
But really they were just frustrated, because they saw squandered potential

Maybe there's something I'm not doing