A hard winter\u00a0
makes me appreciate the house
I\u2019m growing weary of.
It brings together
the people I love,
the ones I\u2019m truly sick
of being with.
I watch TV shows I hate,
read books I know the endings of,
eat the same things every day,
stare at the calendar
like it\u2019s a photograph of my bitterest enemy.
I get more indifferent kisses in winter,
more hugs from people\u00a0
who are just trying to stay warm.
And folks cough and sneeze a lot,
A hard winter
is where germs earn their living.
But let\u2019s not forget the fireplace.
or the boiler in the cellar.
A hard winter has me at their mercy.
The fire is fed more than a football lineman.
The clang of radiators
is like the loudest, more ubiquitous\u00a0
of cash registers.
I\u2019m lumbered with the lumber bill.
The gas bill gives me gas.
But, most of all,
a hard winter to me
means family.
It sounds like a blessing.
But weather means it as a threat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
by John Grey A hard winter\u00a0makes me appreciate the houseI\u2019m growing weary of. It brings togetherthe people I love,the ones I\u2019m truly sickof being with. I watch TV shows I hate,read books I know the endings of,eat the same things every day,stare at the calendarlike it\u2019s a photograph of my bitterest enemy. I get more… <\/p>\n