Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.
Anton Chekhov, a Russian Dramatist 1860-1904
THAT KIND OF YEAR
It's been that kind of year
Icicles reaching for the ground
Seldom dripping from the sun
The sun has been a selfish one
The star for earth and our galaxy
Has been known this year for her scarcity
Hiding behind the snow filled clouds
Whirling wind spins snow round and round
Impassable drifts upon icy roads
Salt set down in heavy loads
Schools are cancelled again today
But it's too cold for the children to go out and play
Another day of bursting skies
Heating bills at all time highs
The sun is still hiding somewhere out there
Sub zero temperatures fill the air
Counting the days until we see spring
When he arrives we'll crown him king
If he parts the clouds and presents the sun
King Spring will be the anointed one
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