The cold wet season comes around again
And I am tired. All of us are tired.
The only thought in all our minds is when
The snow will melt. So ardently desired
Is this far moment, you would think the heat
Of all that longing would have brought it on.
But all our wishes cannot yet unseat
The winter from its place. Yet it will be gone.
And since we hate the snow, we find it hard
To realize how awful it would be
If we up north could tend a green, clear yard
All winter long. That possibility
Seems wonderful, until our minds recall
The horror of hot summer, spring, and fall.
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