Winter… Where hath gone thy fury?

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?

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?

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...

Filling the void with a joy and a glow that sinks deep
               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…

Y'all come back now - but not for a while!

Bailey and Phaedra - happiness defined!