It might get colder and colder.
In May we might be shoveling
through snow up to our shoulders.
In August we might start to pack
to move towards the equator,
wondering if we'd ever come back–
if spring were coming later.
In October we might ask ourselves
what to call this long new season.
At the second Christmas this winter,
we might be un-merry (with reason).
And by next February,
this might be getting old.
But I know that soon the spring will come,
so I won't grump about the cold.
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