Cabin Fever

April

12/02/02

She's such a sweet girl,
dressed in her rain and mud.
Sometimes she's sunny
and often pissed and gloomy
but I always appreciate her company,
especially in the 18-degree December snow fits
that accompany my manish winters.
She brings gin and I offer tonic
to wash away a cold whiskey hangover
the season brings.
Unsettled, yes,
but it's what I need
after an unsettling break of chilled evenings
spent stuck frozen to my home
of blankets of frost and blankets upon blankets of cotton.
She takes me to where I want to be
and I never want to leave.