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Bone-chilling winds turn life upside down today
Delivering frigid, Arctic storms to every town
Thickening ice, spreading across the lake’s bay
People running straight into gusts, heads down
Wind chimes endlessly sing a winter-filled blast
Watching the thermometer effortlessly dive
Wondering, how long will this deep freeze last?
Somehow, everyone remains warm and thrives
The townsfolk cope, accepting winter’s greed
Facing long, harsh winters, most every year
Helping others to survive, when one’s in need
Winter’s severity never brings about fear
Finally one day, the wind changes its sound
Pitching warmer air, by way of a chinook
Lightening the load for everyone around
Smiles arrive, from every cranny and nook
Spring will soon send out her welcoming band
Replacing life’s burdens, with warmer wishes
Surviving winter’s struggles across the land
Winter to spring, life crosses familiar bridges
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Originally published February, 2020.
Big Sky Buckeye 
I’ve heard of chinook winds, but never really understood their nature. Now, I not only enjoyed your poetry, I learned a little something, too. Warm, dry winds surely must be a gift after a long, frigid time.
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Catching up to your thoughts. Growing up in Montana winters, we always looked forward to warm, chinook winds.
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The change from winter to spring comes slowly, with winds of change and extra sunlight. I enjoy your metaphors and learning about the chinook winds.
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Vickie, thanks for sharing some thoughts. Growing up in Montana’s winters brought a deeper appreciation of warm, chinook winds. It was always a gift to see the temperature rise and the snow to melt.
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sorry you’ve suffered such a severe winter, while we have had a heatwave. More dying here of dehydration and MVA 😦
So glad that spring is erupting at last, hope you enjoy a pleasant summer 🙂
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Kate, actually our winter here in central Ohio has been very much on the mild side. Now in my native Montana, they’ve experienced much more of winter’s challenges. Yet, even as I write, more winter storms have found a temporary home in different parts of the mountains and northern plains. Thankfully, nothing here!
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so grateful you are safe … I’ve absolutely no idea about usa geography so those rotten weather reports make it sound like you’re all suffering ..
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Nicely done.
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Anneli, I appreciate your kind words. Fortunately, central Ohio’s winter this season hasn’t been too hard on us.
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“Winter to spring,” … are you SURE it’s coming??
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Sorry Jan. I am a bit behind with your current weather conditions. I hope the past snowfall is melting and allowing the green grass to show more.
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The daffodil bulbs finally are uncovered. Enough snow melted. There are tiny green shoots. Hallelujah!
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Wonderful poem! I love that last line!!! 🙂
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Thank you Linda. I am pleased with your note about the final verse. Having lived many years in Montana (before moving to Ohio), I eagerly awaited the eventual arrival of spring (patience required).
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