After a week of wintery
cold,
A promise of thaw is a
thought to behold.
A chance to de-ice when we
know what’s the norm,
Allows us to slough off
the wind and the storm.
You don’t have to shovel
when springs in the air,
When skies are bright blue
and the temperatures fair.
We’ll break out light
jackets and put away gloves,
For this is the weather
that everyone loves.
But a thought in our mind
lurks in shadows so deep
That reminds us that
winter is only asleep.
For we live in Kansas,
where weather is fickle.
To bet on the springtime
ain’t worth a plug nickel.
For somewhere up north, a
frigid wind waits
To put snow and ice on our
newly cleaned plates.
An arctic vortex is just
smacking its lips,
Preparing to move when the
coin finally flips.
A wind from the north will
then start to blow
With promise of snow fall
and temps ten below.
But that’s just ol’
Kansas, the usual change
Extreme from one kind just
isn’t that strange.
That’s why we grow tough
and survive as we do,
For early in life we learn
nothing’s new
With regular change of
days that go by.
No use in complaining, so
why even try.
We just need remember that
if we just wait,
A change in the weather
will be our next fate.
And as we expect the nice
weather to cease,
We pick up our scarves,
and enjoy God’s sure…
Peace,
Alex
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