Sonnet (2003)

The groundhog is, for me, a work of art

A light in times of grief when days are hard

A joy to set all stress and strain apart

When hopes and dreams are empty, lost, and marred

Though daily news is grim to bear in mind

The groundhog smiles and thoughts of spring renew

The lost is found, the fun a simpler kind

To banish then the weight of dark and blue

For once the whiskers find the fresh, cold air

The groundhog’s grin brings laughter and delight

It matters not if weather’s storm or fair

There’s respite from the trials of winter’s night

The groundhog’s dances sunny days recall

And chuckling songs bring hope to one and all.