Monday, February 2, 2015

World-wide Holiday

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I wish the world could take a snow-day
Hang a shingle on its door
Saying, ‘closed for business; sorry’
Let rapscallion mistrals roar

We would pour our second-coffees
Until sunset; each highway
Like a ghost town on the prairie
Because it’s a world snow-day

Nobody would need a doctor
Nobody would go away
Twenty-four heaven-sweet hours
On this world-wide holiday

Maybe then we would remember
What too often we forget
As we hasten through another
Year; work-worry-want roulette

There would be no hurry-scurry
No one would be running late
No horn-honking freeway flurry
Only love’s slow-laughing gait

…and the sound of happy silence
Spilling soft like summer rain
If the whole world wore a shingle,
‘Closed for business, try again’

© Janet Martin

...on the up-side, Wiarton Willie did NOT see his shadow, forecasting an early spring;-)
 Shubenacadie Sam heads from his den at the wildlife park in Shubenacadie, N.S. on Wednesday, Feb. 2, 2011. (ANDREW VAUGHAN/THE CANADIAN PRESS)  

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