An Endless Winter

It’s almost April 1^st and

There’s snow sprouting

In the garden again

Right along the same

Default lines where

The newly planted bulbs

Were expecting to grow

And what if James Baldwin

Was wrong and Captain Scott

Was right and it’s not the fire

Next time but an icy demise

That awaits us?

It seems so much the purer

As Nature’s ironic response

To our feeble attempt

At mastering the globe 

How April's shaping up

To be the coolest month

And this may yet be

The way the world ends

Not with a bang
But an endless winter