What took you so long to get here?
What happened to the snow flakes as we moved from autumn to winter?
I was looking for you on Thanksgiving day when I rode over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house.
And again, in December, when my horse stopped in in the woods, without a farm house near.
On Christmas Eve when Santa flew over the continent, the reindeer wore umbrella hats.
New Year’s Eve in Times Square was downright balmy.
Now it is MLK Jr’s birthday, mid January the coldest time of the year.
The winds are howling, the temps are dropping, as we bundle up in our flannel pjs and turn up the heat.
A news alert: Winter storm on the way, by Friday.
Milk, bread and eggs will be flying off the shelves.
Well, for some, that is.
Who wants French toast when there is booze?
Remind me to check out the hours of the local liquor store.
And let the snow fall.
When you think about it, what the heck can we do about it, anyway?
Yeah, you finally arrived.
Where you been?
What took you so long?
And, may I ask?
When the hell is spring?