Barely beyond January
half-way into February
winter should still be cold.
Instead, it is vexing me
fluctuating between
fifty to sixty degrees.

Now the weather confusion
unleashes the wanderlust in me.
My car comes rumbling
stumbling over loose gravel.

Still daylight,
but there is no sun in the sky
just cool blue, and grey clouds
with unknown animals
hooting and howling
out their own natural melodies.

I park to play
a video game
on my cellphone
then write down a couple of notes
while intermittently reading
two different books
of poetry.

The old empty elm tree
waves drunkenly at me.
Sparse spindly fingers ascend,
empty but imagining
that spring will bring back
the soft living green.

All this observed
in under an hour.
Until, my impatience
drives me back home
to all of my distracting
technology.