Somehow April slipped
right in
As January grows so thin,
The weather sings a song
of spring,
And life abounds with
birds on wing.
But to the East a storm
now brews,
Reminding us with wintery
news
That we are still in
winter’s hold,
Our burst of spring can
turn to cold
In just a moment, wind can
change,
Returning us to breezes
strange.
Amidst the warmth and
sunny days,
There is the promise
winter plays.
A time of snow and frigid
cold
With blizzard winds so
strong and bold,
To chill our bodies, cool
our souls,
And drive us into warmer
holes
Where fires blaze and
blankets wrap,
And let us worry that the
tap
Might freeze up solid if it
hap
To be so cold that we will
shake
Afraid that we ourselves
might break,
For as we know in Kansas
state
To change the weather we
must wait
An hour or two is all we
need,
To see a change that we
might plead
To go away – don’t come
right now
Oh never mind, here comes
the plow!
So let’s enjoy the warmth
we’ve got,
Don’t think about what we
have not
For though this weather
may soon cease,
At least we know we’ve got
God’s…
Peace,
Alex
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