Cold Weather Countered - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
Cassandras multiply in winter.
“You just wait. This year’ll be
of the decade,
of the century,
of the milennium, damn you! ”
And last year the same prognostications.
The Almanac has spoken;
The wooly worms bought new furs in the fall.
Birds fly backwards—
All this perverse behavior;
the seasons have run-amok.
(oh, what the hell, twice)
I’d like to hear
a prophecy that announces
a friendly, playful winter,
an early, warm, bright, vigorous springtime
followed by a perfect July
And an outstanding autumn.
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