Winter

Why am I so knit up with aches, this morning
in every articulation that bears weight?
Maybe because it turned so cool last night,
the a.c. still running strong.
Great God-if this is winter's warning
of things it's like eventually to bring on
I'd rather skip the season, altogether,
or. better, move to Costa Rica.

poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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