
We would rather be ruined than changed—W.H. Auden
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The sun shines on budding branches;
snow has retreated into the shadows
exposing last year’s dead leaves.
A cacophony of cardinals, titmice, finches
sparrows, jays, and crows
fill the chilly air.
I want to yell out the window,
SHUT UP! IT’S TOO EARLY!
*
I’m not ready for this.
I want to spend the day
by the fire with Jack Reacher,
sipping hot chocolate and petting the cat
while Jack beats up bad guys,
look every now and then
out the window,
agreeing with me and myself
that’s it’s too cold/snowy/icy
to go anywhere.
*
Hibernation may be dull,
but it’s a peaceful dull,
free from having to expend
all that energy
walking in the woods,
planting a garden,
going to a beach,
having coffee with friends,
celebrating birthdays with family …
*
But those damn birds keep chittering,
like an orchestra tuning up before the symphony begins.
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A perfect poetic description of that ruinous mindset, Richard.
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Every season has its perks, and winter has many. You wrote about an important one-relaxing in a warm, cozy house as the snow beautifies your view through the window. Another one-there are no mosquitoes! Great reflections, Rick. 🙂
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;>)
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Well, not today. I see there is snow falling outside my Maine window. I am saved from all those energetic activities. I will sit here in my warm office, drinking hot choclate and trying to complete these darn income tax forms.
Good poem!!! I can relate.
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I knew today’s weather was going to be a problem when I looked out the window this morning. But I hit “Publish” anyway.
(I always thought great minds drank hot chocolate. Now I know they do.)
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Hi from Cousin Emily,
Yes, the ambivalence of staying in, embracing the outside. It is similar here in the Northern Rockies, one day balmy, another with snow,
I am glad we got this far. Some days I dread the news. Trying to balance it with sane thinking.
Happy Spring,
Cousin E : )
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