Bear with me. There is a connection between ice fishing and the heat we're experiencing. I blame it on the insidious warming of this world.
Will Ice Fishing No Longer Be a Sport?
The vernal equinox up north:
more mud than buds, branches
still bare. Spools of sunshine
soften crusted snow, turning it
sloppy as ice cream left out too long.
Other days clouds commandeer the sky
and unleash a numbing embrace
of winter. Both conditions standard
springtime fare: three steps forward
then two steps back. But every year
whispers earlier, each season a touch
reaches deeper.
And I worry about the ice fisherman next door.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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