I want
The kind of weather
When I can wear boots and jeans
With a T-shirt and a cardigan
And wrap a big cotton scarf
Around my neck
And eat apple cider donuts
I want
To read poetry in graveyards and keep
A diary about the birds I see before they
Migrate for the winter
I want
To plant bulbs and whisper to them
Stay warm, stay warm, winter is coming
I want
A New York …