O vague December strangely mild,
Thy leaves are restless, hanging on.
No winter wind has yet blown wild
With days so warm.
The birds fritter and greet each dawn;
No flights of fall have fain begun.
Alas, December’s warm and mild;
October’s frost has failed to come.
No arctic blasts have snows unbound.
In clement weather we are beguiled,
By cants who can’t admit earth’s warm.
We drive to work at break of day;
By noon there’s plumes, our smoke
Abounds from factories here and far away.
Regard the sun with foolish myths
We teeter on the precipice.
The days grow late so soon in fall.
Although glaciers carved our valley,
Their melt may drown us in the sea —
The days grow late so for us all.
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Dan Speers has been observing weather for three quarters of a century and writing about it and other subjects for almost as long. His earliest poems were published in the 1950s. His poem based on people and events in Haverhill, “So Very Cold Outside,” was first published in Margie, The American Journal of Poetry, vol., 5, as one of six American Journal finalists in 2006. Another poem, “Does Anyone Know I’m Here?” placed first out of 2,500 entries in the International 2005 Tom Howard/John H. Reid Poetry Contest sponsored by Tom Howard Books. His web site, www.citizenpoet.com, offers occasional poetic commentary on politics, society and events of the day, as well as short stories, essays, and experimental poetry. His most recent work is his commemorative poem, From “Wilderness to Renaissance,” a celebration of Haverhill’s 375th birthday in 2015.