I’m no poet, but when my niece challenged me to write a poem, I thought I’d try my hand at writing a Fib. The mathematical nature of the format appeals to me; at one time I was a math major (it didn’t last, though; eventually I changed my major).
a fib by Sheila Ruth
Eternal Spring, ‘tis a good thing?
We’ve had a strange winter where I live. You could hardly call it winter at all. We’ve only had a couple of cold days, and even then I’m not sure that it got down to freezing. Most of the time the temperatures have been hovering in a pleasant Spring-like range. I’m not a big fan of cold weather, so for a while I found the warm weather very enjoyable, but even I’ve started to find it disconcerting.