AuntShecky
02-02-2018, 04:41 PM
Well, the folks in Punxsutawney drag poor "Phil" out of his cozy burrow each and every year, so I guess it might be okay to disinter this one, which first appeared on this site a full decade ago.
Hogging Ground
How mean is Winter, what a miser with his light,
received so desperately, as when a desert gets rare rain.
So furry figures of folklore are forever held in doubt.
A glimpse, through a seasonally neglected pane:
pink and purple streaks alleged that Spring might come again,
and with it marched in strangers, creatures seldom seen:
possibilities of hope for other things, things of green,
blue skies, brightness, perhaps a hint of love–- the sun was out!
The next day’s dank clouds and winds waged another bout
which fought to freeze – - or melt – - the optimism of one
who’d seen and been fooled by the February sun.
By the bye, down in Gobbler's Knob he did see his shadow today, meaning 6 more weeks of winter.
Hogging Ground
How mean is Winter, what a miser with his light,
received so desperately, as when a desert gets rare rain.
So furry figures of folklore are forever held in doubt.
A glimpse, through a seasonally neglected pane:
pink and purple streaks alleged that Spring might come again,
and with it marched in strangers, creatures seldom seen:
possibilities of hope for other things, things of green,
blue skies, brightness, perhaps a hint of love–- the sun was out!
The next day’s dank clouds and winds waged another bout
which fought to freeze – - or melt – - the optimism of one
who’d seen and been fooled by the February sun.
By the bye, down in Gobbler's Knob he did see his shadow today, meaning 6 more weeks of winter.