Unwelcome Warmth

I can’t hold climate change at bay, and sure
my situation could be so much worse.
My habitat is sturdy and secure
(remodel took a chunk out of my purse).
So my complaint is mild – I’d reverse
the forecast trend, away from early warm
that others see as anything but curse.
I yearn for cold; I crave a winter storm.


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