Ode to Winter’s End
Winter lasts but three months long
And then it’s over, what could go wrong?
Herman’s mad for now its Spring
But it’s still cold and that’s the thing!
Snow’s still here, where’s April’s rain?
“I need warm sun to plant my grain.”
Otto quips, “but it’s still fun
To play with snow, until it’s done.
I like the cold, there are no ticks
Or biting skeets and all their tricks.
Spring brings the dust that makes me sneeze
And all the stings that come with bees.”
“But flowers bloom,” Herman replied
“With scents and beauty from land that died.
And sounds of birds that fill the air
With chirps and peeps from voices fair.”
Otto stood firm in his cold stance
“You have your Spring, go do your dance
I’ll stay right here. I’ll still be warm
As Winter goes and breaks the norm.
My flannel shirts and vests I wear
Will save me from the chilly air.”
Herman fought back; “Winter be gone
I have to fertilize and seed my lawn.
Let cold winds go; it’s time to leave.
Time for warmth, a snow reprieve
Or else when Summer comes too soon
There’ll be no plantings tall to prune.”
“I guess you’re right,” Otto agreed.
“Nine months I’ll wait to meet my need.”
