February is the new April

The path riddled with puddles

My hair frizzing with the humidity

I wear a hat, Gore Tex coat 

But there is no snow

I need a freeze to shock my system

So that in the spring I can bloom

No rest, no hibernation

Christmas holidays straight to beach season

I need woolen socks

Steaming cups of hot cocoa

Deep sleep in a downy bed

Not this year

Eyes wide awake, spirit tired, 

But still, I put on my boots,

Zip up

Prepare for what’s next