Crazy is as crazy does, the will to live is stronger
Pour out the tea, pour up the rum, the nights are getting longer
Early darkness crowds around, the hour’s barely five
And we throw stones to prove for once that we’re all still alive.
I was made of sterner stuff when once I lived a southern life
But these winter days, cold north wind haze, cut me like a jagged knife.
Build up the fire for pity’s sake, and turn on all the lights
My sanity is near an end and I’m all out of fight.
I. My man and I
Out for a
Cruise in the
Sunshine with the
Top down and the
Radio blasting our
Favorite tunes.
Damn, these
Florida
Winters are
Brutal.
II. Late winter sunshine
Indulging my contentment
Basking feels so right.
III. Snow where is thy sting?
My northern brethren know well
I revel in warmth.
Peace, people!
Nineteen days ’til spring.
Someone please tell the flowers
They have bloomed too soon
Four hundred plus hours
Winter’s hand stays in command
Do calendars lie?
We suffered our share
Of thirty degree days, at
Least three by my count.
Today though, sun reigns
Warding off the brisk chill of
Florida’s winter.
And those who survived
Are made stronger still by that
Which has not killed us.
A little sarcasm on this Tuesday. Forgive me for basking in this beautiful day.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 