Cabin Fever

Momentum slows,
As those breezes blow in colder.
The steps made have a quicker pace,
With worn jackets and coats...
Appearing to be snuggled closer to faces,
If not muffed with mittened hands or scarfed.

Temperatures overnight begin to chill.
And those 'snowbirds' find their way,
To warmer climates to stay.
Leaving others to hibernate their wishes,
For Spring soon to bring a feeling of cabin fever...
All enclosed would love to skip over to see end.

'Will you kids stop that noise.
It's driving me crazy.'

~What 'noise'?
We are reading.~

'Well...
Turn those pages a little bit quieter.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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