Winter… Where hath
gone thy fury?
What has become of the ice and snow that chilled
our limbs to the bone?
Where is the mantel of white that covered even
the
roughest of landscapes?
When will you revisit our humble clime and once
again
reveal your icy beauty?
Is there even a hint of your wrath as the winds
die down
and the sun grows warm?
Can my chilled ears adjust to the refreshing
sound of
warblers and jays and children outdoors at
play?
Can the rushing waters of melting snow gradually
become
the pleasant gurgling of a bubbling brook?
And now will the once-tired muscles from the
shoveling
of the storm be replaced by the April task of raking
away the old layer of lawn with its winter debris?
away the old layer of lawn with its winter debris?
Is the frosty breath of a winter’s morn soon to
be transformed
to the sweat of the brow on a quick morning run
or neighborhood stroll?
to the sweat of the brow on a quick morning run
or neighborhood stroll?
Questions, only questions. And more queries to ponder…
as the days become
longer and brighter…
But the warmth of the Spring sun has once
again
begun to erase the memories of
the harshest season in our fair land...
begun to erase the memories of
the harshest season in our fair land...
Filling the void with a joy and a glow that
sinks deep
into the heart of every true New Englander…
into the heart of every true New Englander…
Hush now, the peepers are singing once
again….
and the crocus in all its tiny glory has
burst into the sunlight of the New Dawn…
and the crocus in all its tiny glory has
burst into the sunlight of the New Dawn…
Y'all come back now - but not for a while! |
Bailey and Phaedra - happiness defined! |