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For the vernal equinox: Fickle spring

It’s been a while since I posted, so I decided to write a mediocre poem in honor of the vernal equinox. Please feel free to leave a response or make suggestions!

Fickle Spring

she scatters promises like rose
petals at a wedding; their confetti
rains down around her, grand
marshal of her own parade, and we
the adoring crowds line festooned
streets to welcome her, eager
to catch a glimpse as her parti-
colored float drifts past

Happy Groundhog’s Day!

Do you know why they have to drag poor old Punxatawny Phil out of his lair every year? It’s because he knows that the beginning of spring isn’t tied at all to whether or not he sees his shadow. Like all intelligent creatures, he realizes that spring begins the day that pitchers and catchers report for spring training.

groundhog-enorme-toute-grosse-253x300Seeing as that event is inevitable and preordained by powers other than himself, he’d just as soon stay tucked up in a cozy ball of rodenty slumber. Who wouldn’t?

But those nasty men in top hats and weird coats nevertheless haul him out by the scruff of his neck to stage their little weather charade. You can tell from their antiquated dress that even they recognize, in their heart of hearts, that the whole thing is a sham: meaningless, outdated, and entirely superseded by the National Pastime.

And don’t fall for any of that vernal equinox nonsense, either. Regardless of where the planet is or what angle the sun is at, spring begins on the day when pitchers and catchers report, which this year falls on February 11. I mean, come on: they don’t call it winter training — it’s SPRING training. Ergo, it must be spring.

So the next time you find yourself wondering when spring will begin, don’t go dragging any large rodents out of their dens. Just check the baseball calendar.