It looks like last night might be the last sub-40 night the NWS is expecting for the rest of the winter here in the Valley of the Sun. The extended forecast says we may even hit 80 for the first time the weekend after this, and once it does that it starts the steady climb of the highs and lows for each day. I’ve got baby limes already starting on my tree, and the air yesterday had just a hint of sweetness, so Arizona spring can’t be far away.

Still, for many, it’s the dead of winter, so here’s a poem more in keeping with January, hope you like it:

“Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.

The rayless sun,
Day’s journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Unearthly white.

Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam
Floats the white moon.”
- Walter de La Mare, Winter

Hat tip: egreenway.com