"Having said my last farewells..."

Having said my last farewells to winter

And brought up my warm coats to the attic,

I have looked at spring outside my window,

Just to see it vanish, enigmatic.

Having drained the oil from my Toro,

Rocking it to peaceful hibernation,

I have watched the forecast for tomorrow –

Half a foot of snow - and agitation!

Yet, as temperatures fall quietly below

My lowest expectations, I intuit

Warmth and comfort in the coming snow, -

Picturing the worst and sleeping through it.