Mid-February, and it seems
…We bask in April’s heat.
The sullen gray, the cold, the mist
…Are in a long retreat.
And while we welcome warmth’s advance,
…We wonder if this spell
Of early conquering means that
…July we’ll be in hell.
And too, what if the sleeping trees
…Come forth to celebrate,
And Winter marches south again
…To freeze, and subjugate?
I fear that, though it’s pleasant now,
…Of warmth, the tale is more,
And Northern cold and Southern heat’s
…A weather Civil War.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
The Bard on the Hill 