Winter barged in unannounced and unwanted
I awoke with a shiver, chilled to the bone
knowing summer would be gone for a long
time, tears slipped down the corners of my
face and fell onto my pillow
I had never been a fan of winter, I was a
hothouse flower, I forced myself up, frantically
groping for my rob, I slid my feet into cold
slippers and made my way to a frost-covered
window, wiping it with the sleeve of my rob
I stood there gazing at least two feet of snow
winter had not even been polite enough to ease
In a little at a time, it came in blowing its fridged
artic breath, entombing falls lovely shades of gold
and red in an eye squinting shade of white
I began hating winter as a child, I seemed to be sick
all winter, my mother, out of an abundance of caution
kept me inside except for school I was made a virtual
prisoner from late September until late April, missing
everything that occurred during those months
I tare myself away from the window and turned on the
furnace, the first whiffs smell musty, I pad my way
Into the kitchen, wiping the tears from my eye's, and
turn on the coffee, my hubby comes into the kitchen
and says, have you looked out the window?
Yes, I reply, Isn't that snow beautiful he inquires, I turn
and face this man that I have loved for forty two
years, but at this moment all I feel is rage, have
you completely lost your mind, my heads burning and
I'm sure that flames must be flying from my mouth
I run to the bedroom, throw my trembling body on the
bed and release a barrage of gut-wrenching cries
hubby comes rushing in with a look of pure regret on
his face, regret that for one fleeting moment he had
forgotten how intensely I felt about that first snowfall
He lay down beside me, put his arm around me and
pleads for my forgiveness, telling me how sorry he is for
making such an insensitive remark, he reaches over and
grabs some tissues from the nightstand, I hear the coffee
pot chugging out the last of the coffee
I say I'll go get our coffee, he says no honey, I'll get it
we sit down in the living room and turn on the television
the weather report is looping on the bottom of the screen
my wise, loving husband with lighting speed turns the
channel to island getaways.
