TheBanyanTree: now is the discontent of our winter...

[Mike Pingleton]

winter's lost its luster,
there's little left to love
and heads despair of hats,
and hands grow tired of gloves

the shovel's too familiar
the holidays long gone
the gutter's full of icicles
the furnace soldiers on

but planetary motion brings
a turning of the tide
winter may be hanging on
but spring won't be denied

as I walked across the tundra
in a blizzard yesterday
I heard a robin burble,
I heard a cardinal say

wet cheer!  wet cheer!
and it filled my heart with hope
for winter's nearly at the end
of its long and frozen rope.