Not Quite Springing Forward

They say it’s springtime

That winter is over

But I can’t seem

To lose the chill

That clings bone deep

I crank up the heat

But I can still see

The ghost of my breath

Clouding out into the air

I think they lied

Or maybe it was wistful thinking

Because I don’t think

The cold is over

Maybe it’s just the

Pessimist in me

-Kel Dayheart