The grass outside my house is flattened and bleached white,
there are pools of icy water everywhere.
The sky is hazy and overcast.
I nearly trip over two fake lawn fawns
covered with chipping paint.
The bitter wind begins to blow again...
My feet are cold and drenched
as I make it to the plastic chair,
I sit and gather the bitter wind into my lungs,
As I breathe it out the haze begins to melt.
I gather more bitter wind
and blow away the clouds.
The sun stands naked in the sky,
smiling joyous beams of light.
The pools of water evaporate,
the grass begins to stand again,
filling with clorophyl,
the birds sing and the baby deer run free,
the children have started a game of soccer,
and my neighbors step outside to say hello.
And all the while I wonder what I would have done today
without the bitter wind...