The Last Winter Storm <br /> <br />Every year, at the scheduled arrival of March, <br />Mother Nature became seasonally enraged, <br />Like a lion, an unjustly imprisoned beast in a cage, <br />Like a cancer patient walking on stage <br />For the last time - the last baby is now aged; <br />Two seasons are about to crush and crash. <br /> <br />Every thing started with the hauling winds <br />Slapping their huge feathers on my windows, <br />Mother Nature’s heavily breathing on different rows <br />Of the trees that refused to be scattered all over like the sands <br />Of the battered beaches, like the small adoring plants, <br />Which the deceased grandmothers left on the slants. <br /> <br />Every year, it is the same old thing, the same old rituals, <br />The school children just love it, since all classes are canceled; <br />The teachers are understandably elated, because they were told <br />To stay home as well; the aborted duels <br />Are bound to take place another day, <br />Where everyone will fall under a better array. <br /> <br />The last winter storm was really a prelude to spring, <br />Just like Valentine’s Day was the prelude to Mother’s day; <br />At dawn, don’t be surprised to hear the cries of a new offspring, <br />And hundred of little ones performing at the last school play. <br /> <br />Copyright © March 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Hebert Logerie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-winter-storm/
