weather report
my father once told me I should
become a weather forecaster
“you can be wrong everyday
and you’ll never get fired’
it’s going to snow all night
six to twenty inches they say
a reminder that we’re all guessing
when it comes to the weather
by morning the snow will be
deeper than any my father saw
and a snow day is still a snow
day even in a pandemic
no one will be measuring accuracy
unless we set some kind of record
and then we will recall not the
forecast but our fortitude
we survived the pandemic blizzard
when they said it would be a dusting
we will plow and shovel and scrape
and tell tales of the other storms
that remind us we can survive
pandemics and poor predictions
maybe being right is not all
it’s cracked up to be
Peace,
Milton
Good luck!
When I lived in Higganum CT, I only remember ice storms.