Sunday, February 12, 2017

Impending Storm

Sure, the sky was bright blue today
and clear,
not a cloud in the sky,
not a sign of impending doom.
The field spread out under
sunshine and sparkling snow.
A perfect winter's day
made better by the anticipation
of the storm,
knowing it's out there,
it's coming,
knowing what's coming,
the Red Bar of Doom on the online forecast
announces the blizzard event.
Inside, the smell of bread and beans,
preparations for shut in,
perhaps even powerless.
So there was another walk, 
at the edge of the storm,
at the edge of the day,
through the woods,
with the weight of the unseen storm
on my shoulders,
the drift of cloud through the trees
as it creeps closer
while the rabbits and porcupines and deer
leave nothing behind
but their prints in the snow. 

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