Remember the winter that barely passed a month?
And then came the sun.
Yes, still cool enough
To host lingering frosty mornings.
Until the heat came,
And February anniversaries
Were forever changed.
On that exact day thirty years prior
Snow, days of snow
Then ten days of ice five years later
With the surprise light dusting
Of sea level snow for a casual two year memory.
And then the rains would come again.
I tenuously hold on to a line in an article
Discussing the human experience
Of a changing climate:
There will still be good days.