YOOPERS DROOPERS
I look at my blank sheet of paper
Remember the winter stream of water
A creek that flows into Lake Michigan
There every day, always moving even
When covered by ice and frozen snow
I think of this when I am about to give up
If I want to accomplish anything
I must keep taking the steps
It would be easy to give up
Lay down the pen and walk away
Hope that I might feel better about it tomorrow
But this is today and tomorrow isn’t here
I think of how gray it has been
The sun graces me every so often
Through the huge puffy clouds above
It streaks through the trees in the south
And shines on the branches in the north
It is beautiful and lovely and a rich gift
The weather forecast predicts cold
Subzero weather is as depressing as
The bright full moon is uplifting and beautiful
Thinking of cold before it is here does no good
If it comes I deal with it as best I can
Hoping that there is some offset
From my window I can see large chunks of ice
Waves bring pieces of it to shore where it crashes
The mountain grows and is amazing
Wind blows, but not hard enough
To remove the snow from the green trees
The sun has somehow melted the roof snow
And drops of water fall like rain
It is mysterious and mystical
I have read stories of survival
Conditions there are grim and hopeless
What I have is nothing in comparison
I should be able to survive today
No need to worry about today and
Tomorrow will take care of itself
Stanski
February 10, 2025 ^
Steve Haarman 