Cold Weather Countered Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Cassandras multiply in winter.

“You just wait. This year’ll be
the coldest,
the snowiest,
the miserablest
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.
Dogs howl,
Birds fly backwards—
All this perverse behavior;
the seasons have run-amok.

Just once,
(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.