The Last Snow
by Michael Doyle

This Winter has been warmer than those I recall.
I might have expected it after a lingering fall.
The last snow Indiana saw fell for a full night.
It kept falling through the passing morning light.

Piles of slush lasted for several lingering days,
And this went on until nature walked it back a ways.
The Spring-like heat taught us to not heed exaggeration.
As warm fronts spread throughout our beautiful nation.

Early morning plans require warm coats, boots, and sturdy shoes.
It's time to get outside for a hike to bounce off the blues.
Out among the winter trees, be they deciduous or evergreen,
It feels good to be alive and a warm-hearted human being.

Rings, when measured and counted, tell the age of trees.
But their comfort is best felt along a gentle breeze.
Zig-zag streets remind us of how our lives chase around,
Until they reach the conclusions in which we are found.

The quiet hours spent looking out the kitchen window,
They are spending time seeking signs of any coming snow.
The rumor is that we will find this coming Monday, acting bold
As we brace ourselves for a blast of good old Arctic cold.

We won't be seeing errant dandelions, nor will we see a blizzard.
The snowflakes will dance, but not enough to create a hazard.
The light snow will fall, forming a dusting to lace the ground.
And all of God's children will smile happily at what's been found.

(c) December 27, 2025   Michael Doyle
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