Saturday, January 03, 2015

inclement weather

birds flit and dance in the wind
hovering round the feeders
jousting for position at the tray
feasting on seed and suet

cold clamps its hands around us all
holds us out to the buffeting wind
warmth is a clouded memory
light a pale gray shroud

snow is a promise held at bay
until evening; when the sky opens
flakes will tumble down
only to melt in the path of warmer air

that overnight will turn the snow to ice.
on the morrow ice will turn to rain-
on the weather map a ragged patch of
deep blue hovers northward

its fingers reaching, reaching
turning rain back to ice
and ice back to snow.
the weather favors winter just now.


Hilary said...

That's precisely our forecast, as well. Only they never express it with such beauty.

Tabor said...

Miserable, wet and cold here without the beauty of the snow. Nicely painted in words.

Out on the prairie said...

It is going to act winter here. We have had little to shovel, but looking at a od one all week. Lovely verse, I always enjoy reading your thoughts.

The Furry Gnome said...

Great expression of the season!

Mary said...

Lovely words for some not so nice weather. :)