Befuddled
The park was pooled with puddles
From all the melting snow.
This weather, it befuddles,
Every day a different show.
Today is crisp but sunny,
Tomorrow cold and wet,
Yet I’ll take even money
That we’ll cope with what we get.
With all the current troubles,
Which we’ll muddle through together,
Let us step outside our bubbles
And complain about the weather!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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