A Winter’s Poem

Winters of the past seem all but a fond thing, taken for granted or wished away to hurry in the spring. Like the blizzards of the 90’s or the Pi Day Storm of ’17, the snowy years of ‘ole come by less often as if they were just a dream.

Ski resorts are suffering, surviving on their man-made snow, only to melt away in the winter nights, wondering where did it go? Snow blowers still tucked away with last year’s gas, where snow mobiles used to be, now toys of the past. The ground is all soft and littered with muddy prints, only covered by snow in spurts, will Mother Nature get the hint?

From the single digit freezes seen this Christmas past to the three foot snowstorm in 2020 that melted away so fast. This is a year remembered by muddy fields and a storm, that brought inches of rain and and pushed the river above its norm.

Elsewhere across the country things aren’t much different than in the East, with little snow to show it goes to say the least. Our neighbors to the north confused of the season, El Niño is to blame, it must surely be the reason. Now at the calendar’s final page, ’24 must be our year, to return the flakes of white and bring grins from ear to ear.

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