It’s not that I am often cold.
There’s sufficient heat within our house.
There’s also down around me when I walk
and when I go to sleep.
It’s not that I must shovel snow
for snow’s been scarce this year.
I haven’t fallen through the ice
as once I did long, long ago.
Compared to many places
our dreary weeks are fairly mild.
The lengthening of days
seems not to harbinger
that spring is coming soon
but only offers more exposure
to the landscape’s gloom.

I think complaining helps
and through it find camaraderie
in my grumbling.

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