Retrospective Introspective – see also Reflective

Winter’s thoughts should be

Sort of “I wish I’d done”

“I’m glad I did”

“I should have done”

Are the thoughts that come rushing through.

But 1998, at the very end

Gave very little reason

To mull things over

It was much too mild a season.

To conjure up your inner self

Is best done deep in a storm

Then when the weather breaks

Everything’s back to norm.

So — unless 1999

Can work itself some snow

What I intended to mull over

I guess I’ll never know.


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