Poem: Summer In January

We’ve been experiencing unseasonably warm temperatures here in upstate New York the last few days. On Saturday it was 60 degrees.

It’s summer in January
And not yet spring
Bugs are buzzing
Birds starting to sing

It’s summer in January
January the 12th
Winter coats hung up
Gloves on the shelf

Shovels lean useless
Tucked in a corner
Days bubble like liquid
Warmer and warmer

“It feels strange,” says Michael
He stands at the window
“It’s climate change-”
He gives me a look. “I know.”

“This shouldn’t be happening…”
“I know, but it is.”
“Think of Australia
Warmer than this.”

The animals are burning
The woods filled with fear
It’s only January
The start of the year

Death in the middle east
(We’ll see how that goes)
As snow turns to mud
and poverty grows

It’s summer in January
Let’s go for a walk
Pretend we’re not restless
While we have a long talk

We’ll say we’re thankful
It’s not bitterly cold
But it’s summer in January
Where is the snow?