Waiting for The Snow

Waiting for MORE Snow!

Waiting at dawn in Maine

For the next storms approach

I can’t help but wonder

Is this a blessing or reproach?

We love our Maine

And value the time

We spend here all year

Each season, sublime.

Summer is obvious

As tourists and friends attest

But they disappear in fall

And we get to rest.

The fall brings a chill

Warning leaves to take care

As the wind strips the branches

Leaving them cold and bare.

It’s time for a fire

Wood, pellets or gas

Heat up the stove

For an evening’s repast.

Soups, bread, and chowder

Simmer, bake and stew

Maine garden’s bounty

God’s gifts for you.

Then comes the winter,

Hunker down, shovels ready

Bundle up my friends

The snow is deep and steady.

‘Global warming’ is real

But seems like a lame phrase

When you’re freezing outside

Longing for warmer days.

As the sun goes down

Over Bald Mountain rock

Much too early

Don’t look at the clock.

We share a secret

We have earned the right

To defend Maine in winter

And savor the night.

The sun will come out

Tomorrow or soon

To warm us a little

And replace a full moon

Florida next year?

Convert wood to gas?

Let’s wait for the summer

And hope these thoughts pass!

Tom Crowley

Lincolnville Beach – February 2, 2015

Waiting for Linus (the next storm!)