We do this every year when the snow begins. Come to think of it, we do it whenever the weather changes. It*s as if we haven*t experienced weather before. Maybe it*s those old survival genes kicking in. I am reminded how much we have in common with those ducks frenzy-ing for corn across the way.
From inside
I watch the light snow dust fall;
Imagine the roads:
The people who have not driven in snow
Since last March;
Remember the long lines for snow shovels
Yesterday.
The ducks across the way
Frenzy for corn
Quack mine mine mine
They have forgotten
How to share.
The grass is barely covered.
The weather people predict
Two to four inches.
It*s coming
They say
It*s coming.
I watch the snow dust
Through the window
The ducks* frenzy.
Imagine the roads this morning.
Oh why couldn*t it stay warm and spring
All year?
We say.
What*s this about winter?
Why snow?
Why does there have to be snow?
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