What is this I see?
It’s no snow in January.
Where has the snow all gone?
Global warming, anyone?
Growing up in Minnesota
in winter, we always had a coat on.
Shoveled the sidewalk in New York,
to get to the snow blower, for easier work.
Though at times I think
California’s climate is the pink,
While I live in Ohio
I really don’t like it so mild.
This pathetic winter we’re having
has my whole family scathing.
When can we light the fireplace?
When can we go ice skate?
The heating bill is low,
can’t complain about that – I know.
The coffee, hot chocolate and tea
all still taste the same to me.
Though I may sit and imagine
And work yarn – as is my passion –
the truth is… the grass is still green;
though I just pretend not to see.