The sky is a sea
Of grey clouds hiding the sun
Please come out today
Walking to class my
Nose freezes from the frigid
Temperature, wow.
Am I crying or
Is that just the wind blowing,
Snow onto my face?
It is always cold
Even when we think it’s warm
It is relative
Forty degrees, yes!
No jacket for me today.
Better than thirty.
Summer seems to be
So far away but it is
Coming so I will wait
For the days when I
Can go outside and not have
My fingers go numb.
The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.
