Zoe Faye

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Happy Groundhog Day!

So he didn’t see his shadow. Spring is coming?

Funny, it was really warm (for winter) here yesterday—we called it False Spring—and now it’s a cold and blustery day.

So, happy Winds-day, and for Groundhog day, a poem!

Six More Weeks of Winter

I’m a groundhog,
small and curled in sleep;
just reach into the earth and
pluck me from my bed,
drag me out into the snow
to see my shadow
in the camera lights
before the whole world.

If only I were
a great big bear,
fur and teeth and massive paws—
no one would dare
to wake me before March.