The Writers Almanac, part of The Poetry Foundation publishes a daily poem. Today's poem felt very appropriate as I watched flurries of snow fly by outside while seeding peppers inside the greenhouse.
So much I've forgotten
the grass
the birds
the close insects
the shoot—the drip—
the spray of the sprinkler
freckles—strawberries—
the heat of the Sun
the impossible
humidity
the flush of your face
so much
the high noon
the high grass
the patio ice cubes
the barbeque
the buzz of them—
the insects
the weeds—the dear
weeds—that grow
like alien life forms—
all Dr. Suessy and odd—
here we go again¬—
we are turning around
again—this will all
happen over again—
and again—it will—
"Long Winter" by Timothy J. Nolan.