slate stone skies sneering
scurrying people below
wind twisting clothing
around about askance

April promises
then threatens loudly
glowing warmly
moaning coldly

do I dare venture
out for some bagels
old cheddar cheese
bottle of Sangiovese

rat-a-tat rattle
across my rooftop
cancels any thought
of opening doors

pellets and ice balls
cover the walkway
inside it is warm
here I will stay.