Dark and windy <br />cold and wet, <br />our winter isn’t <br />finished quite yet. <br />A new year blowin’ in <br />brings gloomy predictions; <br />yesterday’s soggy bogs have <br />become quagmires we must <br />deal with today. <br /> <br />He will save us, we hope; we pray <br />we are able to save ourselves. <br />Ominous weather brews; <br />no one has any clues <br />where it’s all really headed. <br />So hang on and hang tough, <br />the climate of the economy is <br />as bleak as the weather outside.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feels-the-same/
