The Writers Almanac, part of The Poetry Foundation publishes a daily poem.  Today’s poem felt very appropriate as I watched flurries of snow fly by outside while seeding peppers inside the greenhouse. 

Long Winter

By Tim Nolan

So much I’ve forgotten
the grass

the birds
the close insects

the shoot—the drip
the spray of the sprinkler

the heat of the Sun

the impossible

the flush of your face
so much

the high noon
the high grass

the patio ice cubes
the barbeque

the buzz of them—
the insects

the weeds—the dear
—that grow

like alien life forms—
all Dr. Suessy and odd—

here we go again¬
we are turning around

again—this will all
happen over again—

and again—it will— 

“Long Winter” by Timothy J. Nolan.

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