Turn up the heat so we can turn it down.
I am appealing on behalf of all the creatures big and small.
The deciduous encased in ice.
For all the frosty, snow laden conifers.
And those reaching for the sun.
Even for those that chip and spall.
For the buds waiting in the bullpen.
For the berries yet to come.
And for us…Please.
Before we pack up our garden supplies and head southward on golden wing.