CHANGING SEASONS

Yay, though I walk through the throws of this winter,

My drive, my spunk, my spirit won’t splinter.

The weather outside is sometimes so frightful,

But won’t last forever, of this, I’m quite mindful.

The weatherman says that our cold snap is over;

Yet a good little while ‘fore we roll in the clover.

A couple more months of the cold and the snow,

Then we slide into springtime, can’t wait, let’s go!

Then we ease into summer, my favourite season;

The sun, warm temps, they are quite pleasin’.

After the summer, comes fall in all splendour;

And right on her heels, the seasonal ender.

That’s what it is to live in the north,

Spring, summer, fall, winter repeat after the fourth.

We’re a hearty bunch, may even live longer

‘Cause what doesn’t kill us, just makes us grow stronger.

Dwight Donaghue, Sault Ste. Marie, Ont.