Poem for a Winter Storm

Here is one I wrote a really long time ago:

In Anticipation Of Groundhog Day

For some reason I strain for this spring

Like no other season I've known

With each afternoon wind

and every morning window frost

I think of rain gray skies

And lunchtime walks

Hunched over my microphone all night

Hunched over another woman 

Alone 

A voice whispers, whispers

For some reason I strain for this spring

Like no other season I've known.