An Ode to the Winter That Won’t End

By Edward M. Bury, APR (aka The PRDude)

Over the centuries, great men (and I trust women) of letters have been inspired by nature, the seasons and the elements to craft verse and fiction.  One reason perhaps: There was not much else to do before Facebook, Instagram and Twitter except look out the window and chronicle what was taking place outside.

Following a walk home tonight in 9-degree weather and biting winds, I’ve spent the last several minutes trying to write a poem about this brutish, seemingly unceasing, possibly record-setting winter of 2013-14.

Perhaps an ode, defined as a lyrical stanza comprised of three major parts, is the thing.  Here’s what I’ve got so far:

Cold and snow
Wind and frost
We’ve had enough
So please get lost

Three months have past
You’ve worn us down
Dirty, dirty snow
Melt into the ground

March approaches
Will warm weather be near?
Will the outside beckon,
To enjoy a cold beer

Although I was an English major, it’s apparent poetry is not my strongest skill from a literary perspective.  But, I am proud of my accomplishments in the public relations arena and as a blogger. So, I’ve decided to switch gears and offer some thoughts and images on positive aspects related to the winter that (seemingly) won’t end.

To my knowledge, no one in Chicago who was stuck in their car during a storm ended up like this guy. I'll bet he doesn't even have a CD player of GPS.

To my knowledge, no one in Chicago who was stuck in their car during a storm ended up like this guy. I’ll bet he doesn’t even have a CD player or GPS in that vehicle.

Note the 5-foot high snowbanks adorning George Street.  Embed this image in your mind in August, when the air temperature reaches triple digits and there's nary a breeze to cool  you off.

Note the 5-foot high snowbanks adorning George Street on a sunny February day. Embed this image in your mind in August, when the air temperature reaches triple digits and there’s nary a breeze to cool you off. It might help.

Some may view this mound of dirty, jagged, packed snow as ugly. But look more closely: This is nature's beauty!

Some may view this mound of dirty, jagged, packed snow as ugly and disgusting. But look more closely: This is nature’s sculpted beauty! This is art! This could inspire poets!

So there.  My ode to winter in verse and images. Winter will end someday, but not anytime soon, as the weekend forecast calls for continued below normal temperatures and the possibility of snow — perhaps a lot.

That’s okay with me.  I’ll spend the time writing an ode to spring.

Want more “winter” thoughts from the PRDude?

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