December in Shubenacadie ~FormForAll

Gay (aka @beachanny) is weaving couplets and the like for us at FormForAll today.  I thought I'd take our lovely weather here on the erratic shores of the Canadian East Coast and turn it to muse so I can show of my wares over at dVerse. Be gentle with me dear readers...I'm also in the midst of prepping for The Rivers first Online Poetry Slam which gets underway tomorrow...but due to certain unnamed requests, I had promised not to go too long between posts.  So I'm laying it down and counting syllables as lines come to mind, and thanking Gay HUGE for all the wonderful and encouraging lessons she delivers.

December in Shubenacadie

Shubenacadie in December
Not much different than November

But for the frost that lays below
The frozen ground where spring seeds will grow

Now the front step a sheet of too slick ice
Fills these weary bones with fright

The tidal river grows full then swells
Breaking its banks, a muddy hell

Dreading the fierce Nor' Easter Winds
That can blow until March thaw begins

Remember when those swollen banks were green
Fishermen, canoes were seen?

And children played at baseball fields
With imagined swords and golden shields

Shubenacadie in December
Not much different than November

When the sun comes out to play?
You should see Shubenacadie in May!