Open blinds
Soft, billowy blue
Surrounded by
Rigid blacks and greys
Cool air through screen
Six more weeks of winter
So the groundhog says
Heat from machines
Patter of rain
And hail
Heat that never warms
The chill inside
Six more weeks of winter
So the groundhog says
Summers have come
And summers have gone
None ever truly felt
Artificial summers
Warming the skin
Six more weeks of winter
So the groundhog says
Long missed blue
Framed by gray and black
Harsh and familiar
Patter of rain
Ping of hail
Six more weeks of winter
So the groundhog says
Soft, hopeful, timid
Blue unfamiliar to eyes
That long saw gray
Gentle hope
For summers to come
Six more weeks of winter?
So the groundhog says.
February 14, 2003