Friday March 20, 2015 – midafternoon. The vernal equinox is due at 6:45 PM – yes spring is due in less than 4 hours! But old man winter is having none of it.
A biting wind, freezing temperatures, and a light – barely perceptible snow forms a haze on the horizon. And winter gives breath to Dylan Thomas –
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
A tug boat that hails to “8th Sea” lies locked in ice on the Hudson River – not yet ready to ply summer’s waters.
A small tree is gnawed nearly bare by hungry deer.
A bench sits empty by the cold, cold, cold ground of an old cemetery.
New snow forms wispy drifts on the frozen surface of the pond.
Spring will come to the registration desk tonight and find that her room is still occupied.