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.

Tags: cold, haiku, WInter