Clockwork clocks

What the…?
woke up and it’s winter
not a glint from or a glimpse
of the sun
the sum total being
I’m staying in bed.

Not rising for coffee
nor to be fed
not playing anymore
just staying in bed.

I can put up with a lot of things
but winter brings much more
like
Jack Frost scratching patterns on
the windows
and the door is always closed
and it’s cold and damp
and I get cramp
and
and
and I can’t think of another and.

Wake me in July when the sky is
blue and clear
two sugars in my coffee
I’ll be here
’cause I ain’t moving yet.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.