Jerry Brotherton Poet Rhyme

February

The calendar’s schizophrenic, 
in such constant indecisions.
Ten times a day the weatherman,
gives me his forecast revisions.

Snowflakes fall with claps of thunder,
rain will be mixed with frozen sleet.
Mornings it will be frigid cold,
afternoon brings us burning heat.

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Gordon Mcconnell February 16, 2024 at 5:21 AM Fine penning Jerry, really liked its humour and expression. Hope weather is better with you today, it's dry and bright over here in Scotland. Blessings,Gordon

Gershon Wolf February 15, 2024 at 6:26 PM That's right. Weatherman's right half the time -- for yesterday's weather.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 15, 2024 at 7:03 AM - Never trust the weatherman, Jerry ... a fun poem :) - hugs

Terry Flood February 14, 2024 at 7:58 AM The most accurate weather forecast I recall was when the presenter said, ‘Now, let’s take a look at the weather,” and drew some curtains and looked through the window. Cant remember what show that was. Enjoyed your February write, Jerry.

Lin Lane February 14, 2024 at 6:24 AM I no longer have faith in weather forecasters from hour to hour. Let it rain. Let it snow. I'll just go with the flow. Good one, Jerry. Happy Valentine's Day!