The light is bright and gray
Causing you to squint.
Light snow blows off
The trees. It lands, but
We have nowhere near
The predictions. Very
Few are complaining.
They are still tired of
The ten months snow we had two
Years ago. It wasn’t the
Quantity but the continuation
Sometimes you cry out
Enough is enough, knowing
That more is on the way.
Santa Claus is coming to town
But he will make the trip
Only once, so you better
Be good, better be nice.
He, too, doesn’t like ice.
Animal tracks are few.
The birds are not flying.
They have enough food.
We continue.
Stanski on January 13, ^
Steve Haarman 