stepping out of the warmth;
heater on non-stop, I am
greeted by a breathe of freshness
with a quick pinch of coldness
readily taking down my layers
of clothing, as they quickly surrender;
succumbing to what is natural.
the cold winter air leaves, I hope.
the undefeated warrior it has become,
fighting with spring for more days;
as winter lingers in our mind’s eye
as snow piles slowly melt.
I think it wasn’t until July 2015 did all the snow from Boston melt–snow fallen from the long winter of 2014/2015