Enough

Enough with the weather,
The snow and the ice.
The storms we have had
Really ought to suffice.

Enough with the potholes,
The plows and the salt.
Though we’re being punished,
It isn’t our fault.

Enough with the shovels,
The scrapers, the blowers
And gutters which turn
Into icicle growers.

Enough with the mittens,
The scarves and the boots,
The problems with transit
And longer commutes.

Enough with the coughing,
The fever, the sneezes,
The outages when
Every power line freezes.

Enough with this winter
With which we’re afflicted,
But after all, it’s
What the groundhog predicted!