Maybe I wasn*t paying attention in past years, but the term meteorological winter had never appeared on my radar screen. Of course I knew the winter months (December, January, February), and of course tomorrow is the last day of February, but somehow putting the term meteorological in front of winter makes it sound, well, a bit more scientific, not so folksy. Here we are, snow full on the ground, waiting for the light to even out. The snow is perfect for snowballs.
I understand we*re at the end
Of meteorological winter.
It figures the weather folk
Would come up with
Their own reckoning.
Forget the earth*s rotation,
The sun,
The moon,
The stars,
The evenness of dark
And light.
This is the end
Of meteorological winter
Here in Chicago.
Everything is covered in new snow:
A celebration
Of the occasion.
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