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

closer

closer

while the rabbits and porcupines and deer

leave nothing behind

but their prints in the snow.