six

Would you act your age?
Oh right. Eight-year-old-boys do
laugh, poo, penis, fart

five

In like a lion
followed by a fierce tiger
March, you're killing us

four

Tired renovators
Put down your tools and make love
The day is not young

three

Your mouth, my nipple
Sweetest toddler moment in
afternoon cuddle

two

Thank goodness snow plows

and seasoned shovellers toil

Their path my bike route 

one

Fourth winter virus
How many more days until
warmer winds reprieve