April is on the doorstep of time, once again.
Mother Nature still belies the fact.
Our country roads of gravel are muddy
And rough in turn. Snow banks are high,
Forbidding springtime brush, to show.
We cannot predict tomorrow will bring
Much of a change, but we are always
Hopeful, I guess that’s in our genes.
Our town is noted to be bear country
There’s been no sight nor sign of one;
They have got to be getting hungry
And showing off their young.
I, for one, can wait for that.
I had the roof of my house shoveled off
About two weeks ago because the load
Was heavy and the forecast ~ more snow.
Seventy bucks up the kazoo ~ there
Came a thaw instead. I wonder, could I
Charge that to Mother Nature and buy, o’
Should I say it right out, a jug ~ it’s fair,
Maybe two, to celebrate the gain.
I got up this A.M.; the temp was 9 degrees.
Quickly I acquired a jacket and even more
So, I fired up my old wood stove. In a jif
The house was warmin’ ~ it’s 79 degrees.
I’ll take a look at the temp outside so’s I
can gloat ~ would you believe ~ the
Sun is blazin’ in the sky, the temp, O’
Mi’ Lord, is forty eight. Thank ya, Mother
Nature, I will lay out my clothes for
Tomorrow ~ two of everything I have;
You’ll not fool me again.
Copyright 2013 Charles E. Frost
March 25, 2013