Open to the cadence of the crow
we cast stories across the groundhog’s hole
bucolic permutations
to stroke our common soul.
Shadows come and shadows go
across the land from clouds and sun.
At Gobbler’s Knob the shadow’s done.
Former this, potential that,
the inner circle tiptoes past
in long black coats and tall top hats
like a balance to be thrown.
This hoopla haunting Gobbler’s Knob
ignores synergy of sky and sun;
it ignores the groundhog’s shadow.
The president in top hat black
declares which scroll the groundhog picks
with a nebulous nod of its nose
a scroll that depicts
the weather to expect
it alternates the edges
of the stories that we own
with six more weeks of winter.
~~~~~
Brenda Warren 2014
Visit The Sunday Whirl
undercaws 
Six weeks seems a long time.
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Brenda, this has a wonderful flow. I really enjoyed reading it. I have the day off today, it is holiday, which is much needed. I hoping for a tranquil day here, as last night was not.
Love,
your poet friend,
Pamela
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I love this, Brenda. The 3rd stanza especially.
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If that were a group of gray haired women, instead of men chasing a shadow, they’d definitely not be called anything but witches, and their predictions nothing more than feeble old wives tales. Sometimes we humans and our traditions seem so very silly. Enjoyed the read, the rhythm and tone you adopted here. Winter will end, eventually no matter how many groundhog shadows are examined.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Six more weeks to tolerate the cold! Been a testy year in many places this time! But it’ll be through eventually! Nicely Brenda!
Hank
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So the weather is down to a groundhog is it, so there’s not much chance of currying favor with them is there?
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A unique take, Brenda..I do believe I’ve never seen a groundhog.
“we cast stories across the groundhog’s hole”
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Two months at least to go here, in MN…but let’s have more stories to talk about under the roof of warm house…~ nice group of words and the poem with a grin ~ thanks, Brenda
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There have been times that the ground hog has been wrong!
Conflicting reports from other local beasts. While there is snow in the forecast for Tuesday… It was warm enough for rain today which has helped to melt some of the last snow.
Thanks for stopping by my Wordle. Have a great week! ~Jules
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Just six weeks.. Yay.. here I expected 8.. wonderful fluidity in your poem
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with a storm heading my way, it’s a long six weeks!
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Beautiful poem, yea they should go back looking at his shadow.
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That is a good one! You captured the moment of the men all dressed for the occasion and the rather helpless groundhog and his elusive shadow!
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I love that too hat..it casts a big shadow..mythic! We need stories and myths and history and groundhogs to get through the long winter..
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By too I mean top :~
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So long as it is not one second longer than six weeks, I can live with that!
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