Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Frightful Forecast

Weather forecast so frightful, so scary
   It removes from this season the 'merry'

Howling winds and blowing snowdrifts
   Force your car off the edge of a cliff

Visibility of less than half and inch
   Makes an experienced aviator flinch 

700 flights canceled in and out of O'Hare
   Frustrated travelers curse, cuss and swear

On bridges and overpasses icy conditions
   Blackening every commuter's disposition

Travel advisories constantly warn of the worst
   For those on the road in this accursed cloudburst

Oh, that I'd been created as a great big black bear
   ~ So I could tune all this out -- fast asleep in my lair

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Edward Ibeh November 25, 2018 at 8:57 PM Holy smokes, Gershon!:-) Nah, it's not just the horrid snowstorm. The fact you've been on a tear with your poetic pen this month is not lost on me! Over 100 poems written so far. Wow! Keep the pen moving, my friend. Loved this poem of yours, by the way:-) I hope you're somewhere cozy and warm, lol. Stay safe! Gershon Wolf November 26, 2018 at 8:33 AM Funny you mention my recent tear. It's come to somewhat of an end, as my workload has increased in the last week… At any rate, thank you for viewing and for your encouragement, Edward! Season's best, Gershon

Michelle Faulkner November 25, 2018 at 5:46 PM I hope you're somewhere warm and dry, with a hot beverage of your choice (mine's hot apple cider!) Gershon Wolf November 26, 2018 at 8:33 AM Heading straight for the 'man-cave,' Michelle. :) gw

Tom Cunningham November 25, 2018 at 3:40 PM Sounds grim Gershon, hope it blows over soon. Tom. Gershon Wolf November 26, 2018 at 8:32 AM It just blew over, in fact--- all 10 inches of it. Oh, well...

Heidi Sands November 25, 2018 at 1:48 PM Great poem to show what it is like going through it all. Yes, it would be nice to be able to hibernate :) Gershon Wolf November 26, 2018 at 8:31 AM We're at the tail end of the first winter storm of the year here in Chicago. I'm heading straight for my 'man-cave.' LOL. Best wishes, Gershon

Sherry Asbury November 25, 2018 at 1:34 PM Flawless rhyme covering all kinds of fallout from a storm. I think human old ladies should be able to hibernate - but I guess we would call it death... Gershon Wolf November 26, 2018 at 8:30 AM Hi, Sherry. I'm all for hibernation, for the old men too. Thank you for viewing and commenting. Season's best. ~ Gershon