Our Customary Winter
Mid December and the temperature is soaring
The sky is cerulean, and it feels like early spring,
I expect the robins’ return, the meadow greening
And children again playing outside in the street.
Christmas morning is less than two weeks away,
And we have yet to have a ground-covering snow
Or an ice storm with bright glistening branches,
Where, oh, where, did our customary winter go?
I don’t know all the ins and outs of global warming
Although I have read some of its negative effects
If this unusually warm December is any indication,
I am beginning to wonder what we can expect next.
written December 14, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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