Whites drool into grays, and all else, blacks;
January thaw is coming back,
bringing la grippe and all it can do;
or worse, the January ‘flu.
Dali’s watches dripped if you please;
we watch January drip from trees
and remind us July was just as warm:
cold as hell, but seems the norm.
Last week snow blew in hard,
filled the streets and filled our yard;
this week zephyrs are the rage
leaving the sidewalks in a slippery stage.
Next week they say the snow is coming
and fingers and feet and bums will be numbing.
Yes, it’s a seesaw, yes it’s a draw
yes it’s the jeezly January thaw.
Ick. A sloshy, sloppy thaw, including mud.
I love the word, jeezly. Wish I’d thought of it!
There are some rhythmical anomalies that I am still thinking about, here, but I am glad you like it. “Jeezly” is a word I picked up years ago in the north. Every once in a while I come out with some previously unheard-of profane epithet from my days in the bush, much to the delight of my wife.
You might also like “Green Christmas”, from my archive: http://riverwriter.ca/wordcurrents/2007/01/06/from-the-archive-green-christmas/