"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.