This is probably not poetry, but it's how I think a lot of people are thinking this winter, wondering when the weather forecasters are going to do something about this cold and snowy weather. Having come from Fargo makes you want to appreciate the warmer weather relatively speaking. But things are only relative for those who can relate, right? If you've lived here for a while, you keep watching the normal highs and and the actual highs and you get a ten to fifteen degree difference, on the cold side of course. So you just keep wishing the weather would warm up or you turn off the TV and ignore the weather as best you can.

So here's a little something for those who are thinking about Spring, maybe we can't help ourselves, it sounds so good to think about the warmth to come.

Fill our minds with the smell of warmth
Plaster our southern walls with sun
Let the waves radiate in the air
As we imagine bees dipping into soda cans

Soon the sun will arrive early
The moon will be more coy
The geese will swell the river
The fish will wonder at them above

Windows will open themselves
Doors will swing their flanks outward
Air conditioners will prepare to hum
And heaters will hibernate

The first bud, the first bird
The first bloom, the first bug
all will buzz and be
Among my best friends, you'll see

This is the day that the Lord has made. It might be a little chilly, but it's life.