You can't fool me
I know better
30 some years of Cleveland winters
teach you a thing or two.
poke up their heads.
Lake Erie's fickle nature will soon dash your pretty heads
with a foot of snow and slush.
in your instincts and those feelings in your bones
pack up your sweaters if you must
Punxsutawney may not have seen his shadow
but we still have more winter to come.
It's springlike outside
Sprigs of green
Pushing through unfrozen clods of dirt
Everything coming alive
before its time.
So hard to hibernate - with a lack of snow
as sunshine erupts through white clouds
coloring blue skies and this month we call January.
My brain knows better
This land should be colder
My bones should ache
My toes and fingers and nose should be stiff and froze.
I shall not be fooled, oh Cleveland weather gods!
I know your wrath is coming
And we shall be digging ourselves out