CONTINUATION

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, ^