Next summer

This winter,
I have decided to be
at the helm of affairs
in terms of conducting
life as it should be,
just as my parents told
me to, and just as did the
teachers, way back
in my school days.
Before this winter comes,
I will ask the maid to
hang  the blankets in the
sun to take out any
smell that some unwanted
creature might have left, and
I will also take out my
warm clothes in time,
so as to beat the winter
bite, which at times, if
one is not protected,
sets deep within, making
breathing a freezing
experience.
This winter, I will do
all these, and much more
just so, I survive
this periodic onslaught of
winter, and wait for you
to light up my summer,
soon, very soon.