The Weatherman Said

The weatherman said it might snow,
A rarity now, you should know,
So I put on my boots
And set off on my routes,
For I had a few places to go.

Well, some flakes did fall down from the sky,
So the forecast was not quite a lie,
But it never did stick
And it ended real quick
Since the winter rules cease to apply.

In a week it’s officially spring
And who knows what the weather will bring,
Though there’s always a chance
That to water the plants
There’ll be snowflakes, which Nature can swing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Kingston Avatar
March 23, 2023 at 10:41 PM
The poor weatherman, is he ever right? I like the beat of this poem. It would make a cute song I think. Hopefully those April tulips will bravely push up through the snow soon. Certainly a timely poem for the Northeast! I love this one.
Chuuk Avatar
March 17, 2023 at 7:32 PM
True, Mother Nature does give surprises lately. Good read on this beautiful weathering poem. :)
Turner Avatar
March 14, 2023 at 5:53 PM
Like I say, you never disappoint, Ilene. Im hoping tonight is our last frost before spring. My trees are already leafing out.
Volumes Avatar
March 14, 2023 at 3:06 PM
Lovely poem Ilene, and so true, there is no predicting the weather and getting it right nowadays. We are just over Summer in Australia. The west coast sweltered with temps way over100deg F every day and the East coast hardly recognized it as Summer at all. Loved you poem.
Dietrich Avatar
March 14, 2023 at 1:28 PM
you have such excellent meter and wit with this form. Wish you had entered my contest!!
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