. Great Lakes Weather Gaffe Beyond the equinox by thirty days, With trees and shrubs bedecked in glorious bloom, Onto the scene the weirdest weather strays And plunges all back into winter’s gloom. Snow smothers lawns and settles on the roofs. Fierce wind sculpts strange, belief–defying drifts. It’s one of nature’s grand, egregious goofs— A wonder, yet the most bizarre of gifts. Two days ago we strolled in splendorous spring, Thinking we were proceeding very fast Out of the cold towards summer’s lazy swing And well chilled beer to thwart the sun’s bold blast. For now, though, we’ll just have to settle back And see how much more winter we must hack. . . Full Moon at Dawn Against a canvas of emergent blue The white wheel hovers sulking, shaming me With its radiance: how had I failed to see It instantly, as if I lacked a clue To search the new–purged void? And even now, If it were possible, that brilliant sheen, Which fades with the increasing glare that leans In from afar, would morph into a glow Of angry or humiliated rouge: “I’m here for the description you can wring— The noise, though merely graphic, that you bring About to please yourself. You’re just a stooge To ego, eyes peeled on your scribbled blight Rather than on the melting off of night.” . . Julian D. Woodruff, who contributes poetry frequently to the Society of Classical Poets, writes poetry and short fiction for children and adults. He recently finished 2020-2021, a poetry collection. A selection of his work can be read at Parody Poetry, Lighten Up Online, Carmina Magazine, and Reedsy.