In February
Lawn and garden displays mysteriously sprout
In the aisles of stores in Michigan,
But we don't know why they appeared,
Since the ground is still frozen solid.
We wonder why the salt and snow shovels
Were replaced by fertilizer and hand spades
Because after month after month of snow,
Our salt bags are empty and our shovels are worn
but the ice and snow keeps coming.
We assume that retail chains must all be based
In Atlanta or Dallas, Orlando or Los Angeles
Or some other damn place
Where they can see Spring coming
In February
In February
We let cabin fever push us outdoors
On snowshoes and cross-country skies,
Snowmobiles, snowboards, and skates.
We perch on lawn chairs
In fish houses atop frozen lakes.
There we drop thin lines through the ice,
Reaching out as we try to capture
The ones that got away before Winter came.
In February
We exchange Valentines,
Or we rue the lack
And so instead sit in smoky bars,
Nursing drinks and feeling alone,
Wishing to share our pallid winter skin
With another February refugee.
In February
We watch the Daytona 500 on television,
And as boxy stock cars speed by palm trees,
Tank tops, shorts, sunburns, and suntans,
We envy the snowbirds
In February.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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BTW, not only have I now caught up to the current month, but I've also completed the March installment in its entirety:
ReplyDeleteIn March
We are so damn sick of winter
That on St. Paddy's Day
We get drunk as Lords
In the hope that the hangover
Will carry us through until April.
(Hmmn ... maybe I'll wait until March itself to see if anything else occurs to me.)
I love your poems, John.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, while I was outside today, I actually thought it felt... warmish.
I've missed the Patio Boat Poet's poetry. Beagle Haiku is good, but the poetry was missed.
ReplyDeleteAs always, your poetry dazzles, John. But I have to disagree with the underlying displeasure in your lovely poem. Methinks, you have lived too long in San Francisco. Those of us from Minnesota find February's snows here in Michigan quite appealing; even nice cover-ups for eyesores.
ReplyDeleteCome March,however, I will agree with you quite readily.
In February
ReplyDeleteMinnesotans are deranged.