Today
the meteorologists
were wrong.
The expected whiteout
swung south,
our streets salted,
but dry.
I pack away
in tissue paper
my anticipation,
my fluttering hope
until the next time
a call for snow
tilts my universe.
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Beth,
I love the look of your blog and the simplicity of your poem. “I pack away in tissue paper” is my favorite line.
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This one hit me right in the feels…we were so close to another snow storm! I think we are done for the year…
**siiiiigh**
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Also loved this line- “ I pack away
in tissue paper
my anticipation,
my fluttering hope”
Beautiful writing!
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Spot on Beth! I’m stilled filled with dismay over that bad call. Lovely poem.
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I am starting my Sunday by returning to Saturday slicers who posted after me and I found YOU! You describe SO well our anticipation of that “snow event” that totally missed us! And did it so well in a poem!
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Sally — I am doing the same thing…returning to Saturday to comment on more posts. Headed your way now!
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