When the moon is full of bluster
And the wind its bidding does,
Then the birling leaves will muster
For the dance that ever was.
Then you know the Iceman's coming
With a breath that chills the soul.
With the sun our faces shunning,
Bank your fires with Spring the goal.
Robert A. Hall, a Marine Vietnam Veteran, served 5 terms in the Massachusetts State Senate. He was an Association Executive from 1982 to 2013, retiring due to pulmonary fibrosis for a lung transplant 12/23/13. His 11 books, including two of poetry, Old Jarhead Poems and Share the Cup are here: http://tinyurl.com/n79esoh. Royalties go to charity. He does the Old Jarhead blog.