TV weathermen have been predicting a storm today....Here's my take.....

SO COMES THE STORM

So comes the predicted storm:
Not yet arrived, but foretold
By map and chart and computer-
Markings seemingly like runes
To the old ones, men of a time
When prognostications of snow
Seemed more like intuition
Or maybe instinct coupled with
Divinings much simpler than now.

So comes the impending storm:
Hopefully the last desperate blast
Of a hard battle, snow retreating
Like beleaguered troops, stubbornly
Holding on, refusing to cede an inch
Of territory so recently captured
In King Winter’s yearly advance,
Inexorable, and in these latitudes
Severe, a scorched earth of ice, not fire.

So comes the awaited storm,
And behind it comes spring,
As eventually comes spring every year:
Sunshine conquers, warms, melts,
And looses the frosty warrior’s grip
On the land. The warm rain falls,
Wetness waking the somnolent seed,
And together they, transforming, labor,
Making of snowfields a verdant garden.

-Chip Bergeron
March 7, 2013