"Ignoring Reality" - a poem

Why do I believe that March will be fine?
Why do I convince myself that Winter will be short; Spring a joy; Summer a long, slow season of plenty; Autumn a golden dream?
Thirty-plus years of existence prove me wrong
And yet still I hope

Every St. David’s Day I awake enthused
Expecting 18 degrees and a balmy breeze
Imagining an end to cold and dull
Then I open the curtains….

Painful truth is always a shock
When it slaps your face like a right hook from Ali
But the pain is greater when the truth is further from the expectation
From the never-appearing fabrication of my mind

Such is my life
A chasm between my hopes and my happenings

RC 2-3-17