Weather or Not

curled up in my hoodie listening
to rain fall freezing onto pavement
coated power lines swiftly stiffening
drooping under crystal arrangement

lights snap off as power flickers
and startled shouts fill the darkness
'til backups kick in, dispelling jitters
leaving a state of heightened alertness

the wind murmurs grumpily around the corners
spreading a bounty of transparent paint
molding the world in chilly plaster
leading me to give the following complaint

Screw you Spring. Summer, get your butt in gear
I'd like to be warm at some point this year