Poem # 2,798 | This winter-ish evening

This winter-ish evening
is low & ink-run of light –
April dawdles with chill-
bone acts by God – see
how that squat brow of
hail-ish rain comes over
our surrounds – cloud &
bullying breezes hurry –
we sucked on warm air
last week – but now our
scarves are rejoined & I
am shivering by a fire’s
meagre shunts of heat
[this Spring is indolent]