RUSHING THE SEASON

sunbathing in snow

Backyard sunbathing
No leaves on the trees
Rushing the season
It’s thirty-five in the sun
And I’m freezing

I tell myself
I’m having fun
Tell myself
It’s spring

It could be worse
Though, it could be
Thirty-five below
Until then, I remain
Until green, is back again

Author: warturoadam77p

70 year old married retired communications worker with three grown children, transplanted from the Midwest to the sunny Gulf Coast.

One thought on “RUSHING THE SEASON”

  1. Backyard nad-shrinking
    No pants on my butt
    Rushing the pain
    I imagine the blackened lumps
    That were my nuts.

    I tell myself
    I’m having fun
    Tell myself
    I’m just as much of a man without them

    It could be worse
    Though, it could be
    Freezing rain
    Anchoring me to my chair
    So things must break off
    For release.

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