The sky is blue,
the sun is bright,
the wind blows wintery chill.
Although it looks like spring might come,
Winter is with us still.
Colonial Williamsburg
The Weather Channel loves its storms,
A new one every week it seems;
With names arcane, and warnings dire,
Of snow and sleet and wind and rain.
Colonial Williamsburg, before winter storm Vulcan blew through, lowering our temperatures by 40 degrees.
Vulcan, God of fire and heat,
Smith to the Gods of ancient Rome;
Celebrated under summer’s Sun,
Has lent his name to this latest one.
How ironic that this wintery storm
bringing Arctic air in early spring,
bears the name of Vulcan, God of Fire.
May his gift to us all be: finally, Spring.
(Although the Weather Channel’s ratings soar,
they should better research their storm names’ lore.)
Words and Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014
Mahonia in bloom, with one of the first bees of spring.
