Month: March 2017

CHOICES

The wintry wind whipped at our cheeks

Teared our eyes and misted our glasses.

Before the end of the driveway we meekly

Turned in submission to its lashes.

It’s no day to venture onto the slopes:

Lifts won’t run be running in these blasts.

So much for our high school senior’s hopes

Of trying the Notch’s challenge at last.

Instead we head for the nearest mall

Load up on soda, popcorn and nachos

And find a film agreeable to all

Where the weather is less ferocious.

Sometimes it’s better not to try

Against all odds to do or die.

THE LAST WEEK OF FEBRUARY

We hear a cardinal’s nesting call,

Pussy willows raise furry paws,

Canada geese take a southern tack,

Syrup buckets are hung out for sap,

In soaring sweeps three vultures arc,

Peepers are piping in the marsh,

Forsythia’s buttery blossoms bloom:

Who knew that spring would come so soon?

Tropical storms move up the coast.

In balmy breezes we’ve doffed our coats.

Ash Wednesday, heralding Lent, is here.

We think that a verdant spring is near,

Although in New England we never know:

There’s always the chance of an April snow.