Bring On Spring!

Lying in bed at 2 a.m. hearing
the wind lashing the rain
against my window pane.
Exactly the same as the night
before.
I feel so bloody sick of this weather.
Just when is spring supposed to
kick in ?

I’m so sick of walking through
mud. Trying to walk around
lake sized puddles. Of having
to wipe mud, and moisture off
my dog, every time we get in
from a walk.

Now is the middle of February,
which is meant to be the last
month of winter.
So why isn’t the weather bloody
changing ?

Some people say that we’re
lucky. At least it’s not snow,
but I’d prefer the beautiful
whiteness, to the never ending
grey, and brown.

Bring on spring, that’s all I can
say,
but I’d prefer the whiteout of winter,
than everywhere looking like
the Somme, on the third day of
the battle.

I just want to see sunshine, and
hear the birds sing. That’s
not too much to ask, surely ?

I know that it will come, of course,
it always does, and always will.
I just need it to happen sooner
this year.
Don’t ask me why, I just do.

I need to see sunlight, and to hear
the birds singing at stupid ‘O’ Clock
in the morning.
My soul is crying out for it.

And for a lot more besides.

©2022 Ian Lewis Copestick All rights reserved.

Ian Lewis Copestick is a writer from Stoke on Trent England. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night was published by Cajun Mutt Press on April 2, 2019.