As the forecast became clear
And more snow inched near
We asked how you were feeling,
Were you thrilled or reeling?
We wanted it in verse,
And even without a purse
Poets emerged
Already submerged
In this never-ending winter.
So this is what we sent to the printer.
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World cocooned in snow
Brave buds burst forth anyway
I know spring is near
- Margaret Gorbatenko, St. Paul
The snow continues to come down
As my "Minnesota smile" morphs into a frown
My bike is well oiled and
The garden hose is uncoiled
While I suffer thru nervous breakdown
- Michael Schneider, Minneapolis
ceaseless snowflakes fall
winter of our discontent
spring is much delayed
- Jim Plattes, Minneapolis
The sun upon the horizon
lights up the morning sky
no warmth in your arriving
just a frigid, freezing "Hi"
- Kathy Herbst, Centerville, Iowa
There once was a boy from Illinois
A sled was his favorite toy
A Minnesota girl he married
Soon after by snow they were buried
He said, "We just can't stay"
We are moving to L.A.!
- Conner Simms, Minneapolis
More snow in the forecast is looming
Minnesotans anxious for spring are fuming
But I am quite pleased
As I wax up my skis
Cause Theo Wirth ski trails are still grooming
- Geir Johansen, Edina
Here I sit so broken-hearted
for the tulips have barely started,
once again when the heavens parted
and buried them under a foot of white
I think I'll go back south
and wait until the snow has departed!
- George Rootes, Big Lake, Minn.
Have a holly, jolly April
It's the worst month of the year
Crappy old snow, cold winds still blow
And no one's full of cheer
- Bill Holton, Woodbury
Snow snow snowy snow
Snow snow snow snow snow snow snow
Snow snow snowy snow
- John Joachim, Taylors Falls, Minn.
On Friday when snow starts to fly
And we all turn our eyes to the sky
Each flake bringing pain
and our constant refrain:
"Maybe this'll be done by July."
- Anna Underhill, Minneapolis
There once was a weatherman named Paul
Who has lame excuses, if at all
For the winter that won't subside
Please put a stop to this ride!
We need spring and summer before fall
- Tom Sullivan, Edina
