Remember that old saying, “When March comes in like a lion, it goes out like a lamb”? Well, let’s hope it holds true this year! Since March 1, Winter storms have wreaked havoc up and down the East Coast, dropping snow, rain and sleet from Hilton Head to Connecticut to London to the French Alps; they’ve caused power failures across New York State; and broken tree limbs are strewn about everywhere one looks! Quite a lion of a start if there ever was one!
As Michelle Miles (currently, in sunny and warm Amman, Jordan) wrote this week:
A haiku would say
that springtime is on its way–
but first, a detour!
Meanwhile, the not so melodious sounds of snow blowers, snow shovels and loud, rumbling snow plows, continue to break the sometimes eerie silence of softly falling snow! A search of our archives reveals many haiku contributed by Central New Yorkers who’ve contemplated our fierce Winter snow storms alongside the sound–and the glory–of these useful snow storm tools! Here are a few to consider as you look out your window at the falling March snow!
From Thomas Michael Duncan (East Syracuse 2011), you know it’s going to be a long day for the city’s snow plow driver:
The monstrous yellow machines
remove snow–spread salt.
A beautiful image from Laura Ferrel (Skaneateles 2013):
Pre-dawn whirs and scrapes–
a community chorus
born of snowy nights
Just the front scraped clean–
our car after blizzard wears
a mullet of snow
Our featured poster is a fine tribute to Winter snow storms! It’s from our 2011 Series with the clever haiku by Jim Kenty (Syracuse 2008) and the colorful illustration by former Syracuse University Illustration student, Maura McGonagle.
Syracuse snowflakes / meet their fate on the blade of / my shovel of doom
Aside from waiting for Spring to arrive by mid-March, if we learn anything from late Winter snow storms, it’s learning to have patience. However, if your street doesn’t get plowed for hours, you may feel like Elizabeth Patton (Elbridge 2008), in her vivid haiku:
Armies of snowplows
Invade snowbound neighborhoods
Winter prison break
Or, rather than impatience, you may feel like Ellen Agnew (Syracuse 2005):
as snow plows lumber
through the blizzard leftovers
grateful cars make room
Here’s hoping March goes out like a lamb!