Winter
By Bernie on 30 Sep 2006
It turned a bit cold and wet these past few days here in Jersey and it got me to thinking how boring it must be to live in Saudi Arabia where there is only one season. I imagine the weather man in Riyadh has an easy job: "The next few days will be hot and dry; followed by a few weeks of hot and dry. If you are making any plans for December, we should caution you that it will be hot and dry."
This is probably the real reason they hate us: we have the winter to make us look forward to the summer again. Things change for us, we have the seasons and they only have endless summer, which although it may sound good in a song is actually unbearable. And of course, we also steal their oil at the bargain basement price of more than 60 bucks a barrel. Ironic that the countries with the most oil don't need any for heating in the winter!
I found this beautiful winter poem and thought it might be a comfort to my readers now that summer is about to leave us. It was sent to me and it's very well written. In fact, it's the best piece of English literature I've seen in quite a while. No maudlin sentimentality, no harping on about the changing of the seasons. I think everyone will do well to try to memorize these beautiful and poignant words about winter. Try to memorize it by December and take comfort in its words.
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre
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