Hope It Stays Fine For You

Glowering as you hasten from the door
Fleeing my forebodings of cold and rain,
    You drop the umbrella on the porch floor
And sling the sweater on a chair. Again!
I do call after you, but we both know
      I’ve no strength left to take up the cudgels. 

So I watch you go in slumped vexation
Unleavened by the perfect Spring weather
My heart is prey to a growing, brazen
Spite. Your return without a dry feather
On your drooping wings would be a joy so
Keen. How I would ring the told-you-so bells!

Hibah Shabkhez

Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Plainsongs, Microverses, Sylvia Magazine, Better Than Starbucks, Post, Wine Cellar Press, and a number of other literary magazines. Studying life, languages, and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her. Linktree: https://linktr.ee/HibahShabkhez