Feels The Same Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Dark and windy
cold and wet,
our winter isn’t
finished quite yet.
A new year blowin’ in
brings gloomy predictions;
yesterday’s soggy bogs have
become quagmires we must
deal with today.

He will save us, we hope; we pray
we are able to save ourselves.
Ominous weather brews;
no one has any clues
where it’s all really headed.
So hang on and hang tough,
the climate of the economy is
as bleak as the weather outside.