Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit,
In like a lion, out like a lamb,
Red sky in the morning.

These phrases come to mind,
as the temperature drops, again,
and the snow piles up.

This time, we made sugar on snow,
like we did when I was young
and like my parents did
when they were young.

A coyote ran down the street this afternoon,
perhaps hoping to catch a rabbit for dinner.

The dog sleeps on the couch next to me,
but it is not quiet.
My wife is watching television
and my daughter is listening to her music.

Was it really simpler, easier years ago?
Did the invocation
Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit
make the month any luckier?

And with climate change,
what creature does March come in like,
and what will it leave like?

The red sky in the morning,
with its sailors’ warning
hasn’t yielded to a red sky at night,
promising delight.

Instead, there is just more snow.