A Midwinter's Dream
Out of the northwest a cold blast of Arctic air
Sweeping across the central plains with fury,
Covers the ground where the meadow is bare.
With an attitude quite like the proverbial contrary,
She lingers for months warring with the winter sun
Her stay typical of January is rather ordinary,
Until the bitter cold subsides, and winter is over.
The meadow slumbers peacefully across the way
‘Til the warmth of spring nourishes the first clover,
Then comes April’s showers and flowers of May.
written November 9, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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