OK, so I wrote the original The Year of Unending Winter a few years ago, but I like the title, so I’m using it for a third time/winter. Especially since this year winter has been a back-and-forth combat for snow and rain.
Gravity will assure our fall where ice prevails (if only we had wings to hover when we fall), and when we are shoveling, we would do well to remember that every scoop of snow is thousands of precious, miraculously shaped pieces of art – not just a weighted mass striving to break our back or heart. Be careful.
And now a poem to celebrate our Michigan winters and Mother Nature’s battle with global warming.
Unending Winter
Snow melts...at last!
Winter teases us with one more week
Snow melts…tentative waiting…
Again winter, she blasts forth
Snow melts...a reprieve…
Then another burst of white energy
White – we wade through it, sing through it, live through it...
Waiting for Spring to break through
Mother Nature is fickle, yes
But Global Warming is death to her
She strives against it as long as she can
But even she cannot control it forever
Someday soon a permanent white blanket?
Death to life as we know it; Never-ending winter.
Oh. My. Beautiful and scary. Our world is changing. If only it could be for the better. People should have learned by now. My heart sad.