Winter Awakens

Winter Awakens
By Brett Matthes

It was a dark, stormy night

Except, it was day
But the storm part is true
"Maybe T-storms," they say.

It was cold, it was wet
The skies were dark grey
They said it might last
Until morning Sunday

So I pulled on my sweats
I slipped on my scuffs
I grabbed my old jacket
All cool-weather stuff

Out on the dry porch
I sat in a chair
I listened to the rain
Enjoyed the damp morning air

Not a single dog barked
While the rain fell in sheets
No radios blared
These were rare treats

But as I watched the ground puddle
I was thinking one thing:
"Ok Mr. Winter,
"Now time for SPRING!"