Spring and winter have their annual quarrel and spring always wins though winter can put up a hell or a fight. And it is only a small step from sanity to in or visa versa depending upon ones point of view. I enjoyed the read.

A month later I hope spring is looking up there. Loved this - the rain.snow. is relentless, I can almost hear the howl against the window pane. There is plenty of punch in this, tension which builds quite nicely to that curled up lip heading toward insanity.

as a fellow Minnesotan, i feel this poem so hard!! i really like the tempo, it sort of sped up in my head to climax with the going insane bit and then the last line had a heavy pause between each word. at least thats how i read it.

Excellent use of imagery and repetition to bring out the misery, and then final acceptance of condition. I also like the universality of this piece, in that we are all victims of the weather in our own way, depending on geography and circumstance.