I suspect the local snow lovers won't appreciate this, but I'd rather have two to three feet of snow fall where I used to live rather than where I live now. On the other hand, if global warming means Minnesota Winters will be milder but noticeably less sunny and more icy, that's not what I consider an improvement.
Earlier today I cheered myself by taking a look at some of last year's photos of wildflowers and flowing water. In case you need some cheering and portents of Spring 2015 might help, please enjoy these.
open water with ice floe, St. Croix River
trees in flower, Wild River State Park
Hairy Rock Cress (Arabis pycnocarpa?)
I'm not a person who will ever hope for a "better" Winter, but a new Spring, even if it's not improved, gives me hope. This poem reminds me of my urban boyhood. It's nice to remember Spring but not wise to spend too much time either remembering or anticipating.
spring came /the same way winter left& summer will come& summer will leave; slowly/ when no one's expecting itwhen people are tired of waiting
like waiting for welfare checks /a long wait/ a slow wait
the windows are openbut butterflies don't fly into display a sense of love
/ only housefly enterto sit on food & eat crumbs
& dreams escape /& become stolen & lost & used& wasted & thrown away
& dreamed anew
the junkies sit on the stoop& nod themselves into dreams/ maybe into the ones which escaped& stinkball is played& on warm nights the ghetto musicians playour ghetto song
on garbage can tops & bang on empty coke bottles& sound real chévere
:tomorrowthe junkies will sit on the stoop& nod themselves into dreams /stickball will be played /the streets will become chalkedwith 1st and 2nd & 3rd bases
hop scotch will become a game& tops will spin on sidewalks /
& everyone will anticipate summer.
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.