Thanksgiving day had come and gone, <br />it was sixty degrees that day.... <br />and has warmed up since. <br />My cats are confused, <br />sitting at the screen door <br />like they did all summer. <br />But the sun doesn't set at four thirty in July. <br />And even though I wore shorts today, <br />an Arctic monster climbs the mountains <br />and gathers itself to run, <br />headlong and screaming, <br />all the way to the Mississippi..... <br />they predict a foot of snow. <br /> <br /> 11-30-06<br /><br />Toni Atchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-winter/
