Looks can be deceiving
That crisp, white blanket of snow
covers shards of ice beneath
piercing hearts of the most seasoned New Englanders
With each beautiful flake that falls
a collective groan rises
No more, no more
Subzero temperatures steal our breath
as we step out into the frozen tundra
that has replaced the world we knew
Being of hearty stock
we trudge on
Daydreaming about sandy beaches
and colorful landscapes along Duval Street
When yet another storm rolls in
we pull on our well-worn boots and warm winter coats
Cursing the bitterness of this long season
we reserve the short flight
to the paradise
that is Key West
if only in our snow-fatigued minds
Writing and Reflections 