Sixty-Five Degrees
February should be cold,
Not sixty-five degrees.
I sweated in my jacket when
In past years I would freeze.
I shouldn’t be complaining
For the temperatures will drop,
But all this fluctuation’s crazy –
Will it ever stop?
Last week I dressed in layers;
Today just one sufficed.
In two days’ time the puddles
And the roads will all be iced.
I miss the times when calendars
Could pretty much predict
The weather, which would match the clothes
The night before I’d picked.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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