Groundhog Day Diary

Here's another excerpt from my daily poetry journal . . . this one written on Groundhog Day.  Actually, I'm not sure the groundhog saw his shadow this year, it would seem that winter has already turned into spring. Or is this just me?



Groundhog Day

Can the groundhog really name
The winter or the spring
Or having seen
It's shadow proclaim
Its instinct?
And if we accept the views
Of rodents, what more might we
Believe if we emerged from our
Own skins to stare,
Full Bore,
Into the sun?