Shadowless

Neither Punxsutawney Phil today
Nor Staten Island Chuck
Saw their shadows when emerging,
Which to many is good luck.

It predicts a shorter winter
And an entryway to spring,
Though there's skepticism surely 
When a groundhog is the king.

Still, we hark to their predictions,
Causing many to rejoice.
Yet, the almanac, to me, would be
The harbinger of choice.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Rigoler Avatar
February 6, 2019 at 12:14 PM
In my book, dear lady, groundhog day is probably the silliest American observance ever! Although if groundhogs did predict the weather they'd outdo the forecasters that rarely get it right!/ M
Leffanta Avatar
February 4, 2019 at 5:52 PM
And before almanacs, people used to feel it in their bones . . . another fine work! Aloha! Rico
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 2, 2019 at 9:36 PM
I'll believe what I want to believe till it's too late ;) sweet ink! xomo
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