Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Groundhog's Day

Last year at this time, Bedford was in blizzard conditions. Our Super Bowl party was postponed. Getting to work was precarious.

This year, 2012, winter is a yawn. Over seventy degrees today. The weekend might plummet to the fifties thanks to a "cold" spell. You just never know. Here's a Groundhog's Day celebratory poem I wrote last year:

Six-Week Countdown

heater groans
wallow in winter remnants
pilled sweatshirts
sinus sniffles

mythic groundhog

Growing up in PA, Groundhog's Day was a mythic turning point for the winter. It's ingrained in my soul and I shall read the prognostication. Then I'll sit on our patio in TX and read a book.

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