It Snows, It Rains

It is very frigid I stay at home It rains, it snows In the park, no more seats They are all covered And nothing is green There is no more grass Except the little boys Who defy the elements By risking their lives. I'm staying at home For the whole season I dream of spring The best time When the birds sing When the squirrels slide down the slopes It snows, it rains No longer a couple I stay at home Where I fall asleep in turmoil. Copyright © December 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.