January Thaw Haiku

This time of year, my home turf usually looks more like Hoth than any place habitable.  You know: horizontal snow, colder than a witch's titty, strange hairy monsters afoot looking for supper.  Stuff like that.  But the past three or four days have actually been pretty mild.  So, I wrote another stupid haiku about it:

Warm January
It would be such a nice day
If the wind would die...