This winter doesn't feel the same

by Frank Lepcha

The winds are stronger,

The days are shorter,

And the people are colder.

My fingers go numb while holding on to the steering wheel,

My back aches after shoveling snow,

And my stomach drops when seeing ice outside.

I long for the Sun to warm up my streets and melt away the snow and the ice,

I look forward to hearing my neighbors blast Reggaeton,

And I hope for a brighter days to arrive sooner.