Meteorology

I
You and your hollow promises.

Eager as a child on Christmas,
I awaken early, craving
the snow you forecast.

Ninety percent chance, you said.
Two to three inches.

Liar.

Decades of deceit;
countless disappointments.
Why do I still trust you?

You’re no better than
Lucy, promising that
this time, this time,

you will hold the
football steady,
and me, Charlie Brown —

credulous, earnest —
running headlong toward
your empty assurance,

squandering again
my precious optimism,
as if it were endless.

II
Keep your green screen.

Inwardly, a trough advances;
within it, a depression.

Even now, clouds gather,
a legion of bruised
expectations, their

breath a tumult
of wind. These skies,
mercurial, will not clear

without delivering
the promised storm.

I can count on it.

III
The day breaks clear.
Sun gilds late
leaves clinging

to bone-dry
branches, stubborn
as a pout. They

might have crumbled
beneath my boots,
disappeared in snow.

Wet-nosed deer —
this year’s fawns —
graze the last green grass.

Crap.

These obstinate, alternate
wonders, always pranking
my preferences.

IV
Becoming dark tonight,
lightening toward morning.
Continuing, widespread uncertainty.

Intermittent broken promises;
inverted expectations.

Significant beauty
accumulating everywhere.

You can count on it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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10 comments

  1. Don’t want snow even though it’s pretty.

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    1. Well, you’ll probably get it, then. 🙂

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  2. “Crap.” Yes! Delightful! 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Stephanie! You heard that with just the amount of self-mocking petulance I intended. Splendid ear, dear reader.

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  3. Haha. We joke that meteorologists are the only people who get paid for being wrong half the time! BTW, it snowed here yesterday and it wasn’t forecast. Oops, missed again.

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    1. So true! I’m glad you, at least got the white stuff — though perhaps you’d just as soon not. 🙂

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      1. We don’t mind snow. Tina is originally from Denver and loves the stuff! We never get enough for her liking. 🙂

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        1. I grew up in Minnesota and still love snow. We don’t get enough here, though I do appreciate the sunshine and warmer interludes.

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  4. Maybe, the only thing “elderitis” has taught me is cherish each moment; beware of what you wish for!

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    1. Indeed! I have certainly learned that — as much as I want certain outcomes — I don’t know what’s “best,” or even if there is such a thing. Thanks for reading and commenting, Leo.

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