The Michigan winter takes its toll.
Willing participants we all may be,
slipping, sliding, shivering, sneezing,
going through our daily lives,
wrapped in layers of woolen garb.
Along the coast the storms blow in.
Lake effect drops feet of snow,
closing schools and icing roads.
Children cheer and parents hide the
look of dread they feel inside.
Not all is lost in mid of winter.
Sledding, skating, snowball fights,
steaming chocolate, s’mores and soup,
all provide a respite from
the wilderness of white depression.
As winter ages and grows late,
the melting snow, before so white
and purely draped, turns brown and gray.
The melting flakes turn dirt to mud
as winter dies on spring’s soft sword.
[su_panel background=”#f2f2f2″ color=”#000000″ border=”0px none #ffffff” shadow=”0px 0px 0px #ffffff”]Craig A. Hart is an editor, writer, publisher, and poet. His prose and poetry have been published both traditionally and independently. He is currently the editor of The Rusty Nail literary magazine.
photo courtesy farlane (CC-BY-SA)
