Poem-A-Day: Day 278

Warmer than Winter

The winter of discontent
has been uncommonly hot this year,
so hot without the air condition,
or mental conditioning
to fully comprehend the situation.

I’ve tried piling ice up
in some strange attempt to recreate,
to mimic the act of winter,
or at least the feel of it,
but the ice melted before it stood a chance.

It seems the usual is unusual,
or the unusual just usually goes without notice,
the usual goes without question,
and then ice and winter takes over
sweeping the land in some twisted frigidity.