Bunkbeds for Meteorologists
    •    streaming on The Daily News
by MFrostDelaney

Watching winter forecasts on TV
builds such trepidation in my gut.
Storms of past all pummel in my head:
blizzards, rain, then followed by a freeze,
snow piled so high windows start to block,
and nothing yet has fallen from the sky.

I tell myself to reason – really try –
convince myself it’s only snow … Just talk,
I mutter as a chill shoots through my knees.
So think, It will be beautiful. Instead
I picture myself stuck deep in a rut.
And others hate it too; it’s not just me.

But, Here comes winter, weather guys all glow
inside their studios, so safe from snow.



 


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