Sonnet

New York City winters are harsh and gray 
The bitter cold is nipping at your nose
We wait for a warm and sunny spring day 
Bundled in coats and thick socks for your toes

Oh how the howling winds are very cold 
And at least twice a week it starts to snow 
This winter weather is getting quite old 
It’s twenty degrees out? How about no

The winds, the ice, the snow that’s turned to slush 
Warm tea, heating, and blankets help in spite 
Everybody is in such a big rush
But once you go outside it is a fright

We want a snow day, can’t walk down those stairs 
But nobody in the DOE cares