Winter Still

There are still a few days of winter
But as I drive past the big lake
The water is open and rippling
With no sign of ice except at the foot
Of the red lighthouse at the end of the channel
So much the same as for the rest of winter
This year as much an advertisement
Against global warming, be it ever hospitable
To me, though I’m sad for the polar bears
But isn’t this what our world is about?
To adapt, to move, to change, to renew?
Not so easy for those who must change
Darwin claimed survival for the fittest.
But in the interim, I shall enjoy this warmth
And play in the sunshine, smile in blue skies
And watch a million diamonds sparkle
On the surface of Lake Michigan.