Susan Bassler Pickford
Member-at-large, Maine
Thirty minutes after the weatherman’s prediction
The snow commences to fall
December 9th at 12:30
Pretty delicate flakes
Waft to the cold ground
Covering the ornamental cherry trees
Like a set from the Nutcracker Ballet
This storm has come across the south and up the East Coast
And is predicted to be gone by tomorrow at noon
Would that our lives could be predicted as accurately
Problems arriving around 6:30 p.m.
Probably gone by 9 a.m. tomorrow
Followed by a light dusting of consequences
Yes, it’s time for snow
We’re not surprised
It’s actually pretty
It benefits from being the first snowfall of the season
Those following will not be so beloved, so pleasing
Eventually, we will loathe the word “storm”
Yearning, longing for the ornamental cherry trees
To bloom
Flowers instead of flakes
Love your reminder of what weather is coming. Winter time is here–meaning snowflakes falling.
I enjoyed your poem about the winter months. Thanks for sharing.
Susan, I love your lines “Would that our lives could be predicted as accurately/Problems arriving around 6:30 p.m./Probably gone by 9 a.m. tomorrow/Followed by a light dusting of consequences.” Happy Holidays!
Another of Susan’s beautiful pictures painted with words. Amazing talent!
snow is in our forecast today…so your poem was timely. I have to remind myself that winter’s cold rain and snow will one day bring blossoms and flowers to my yard. I try to enjoy winter, but I seem to tolerate and endure it more than enjoy it. Thanks for sharing