I’m beginning to wonder why I haven’t had to pull out my gloves, my hat, or my scarf yet. In the past, it’s always been cold enough for those things (by now). However, it was around 65 degrees here in Providence yesterday. I walked around without my coat in the late afternoon. Hence, I think this poem by William A. Farnham is perfect to share today (even if it’s November and not December, like the poem says).
Unseasonable
It’s warm today.
Upper fifties.
Much of the year,
That’s all well and good.
But it’s December now!
What is the World waiting for?
“No, I’m just not ready.
Not for winter.
Not yet.”
So, we sit,
And we wait.
And the days come.
And the days go.
And still the weather stays.
Unseasonable,
And unwilling to change.
Poetry Friday is being held at Mentor Texts, Read Alouds, and More this week.
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I’ve heard the same complaint from friends in NJ — it’s just too HOT for this time of year!!! Meanwhile, I’m here in the UK — and it’s a freezing drizzle, so we’re right on schedule… of course, locals tell me it did that in June, too…
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Oh, I like this poem very much, and have been feeling the same way here in Nebraska!
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