The icicles were hung by the chimney with care
Hoping to see spring to soon be there.
Breezes kept the icicles freezing
The winds were ugly and not just teasing.
Tired of double layers the people all cried.
Kept businesses going and held unto their pride.
“Six months of this stuff
It’s been terribly rough.
Sox and underwear are wearing out
We have to get new ones if it stays about.”
Fog and ice have gone hand in hand
Chilling us all beyond demand.
We huddle and cuddle;
Shovel snow everywhere.
We have been tested and tested this last little bit.
Heroes we are — but we need a new list.
We need green grass, a robin or two
Campfires and long summer nights.
The hoot of an owl or a blue jay’s squawk
A sandy beach walk
An umbrella for rain — plus warm memories of how it is
All over again…