Forecast
Just suggest the possibility
of snow on the horizon,
and I become truly useless.
The storm’s three days away
and on a weekend, but I am
already (mentally and
emotionally) in my PJs,
drinking cocoa, wrapped
in cats and reading books
with no intention of moving
forward or checking anything
off of my to do list.
I like the hush of snow.
I like the stuck of snow.
I like the no of snow.
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