The latest “Storm of the century” dropped a mere inch of snow. Frozen rain fell after, adding an icy crust to snow that it didn’t dissolve. The next day, frigid temperatures that rose no higher than ten degrees Farenheit transformed that snow into icy plains.
cold sparrows
the biting wind around
the funeral home
Two days later, the temperature reached fifty degrees. The northface winter coat remained in the closet; the suade jacket came to work. The antiquated heating system in the Columbus Campus continued without mercy. I almost broke a sweat while proctoring. When I returned home, the snow had melted away, save for a stubborn perimeter on the front yard.
winter rain
appearing in the dark
the first stars
Today, temperatures return to just above freezing. Wet pavement becomes black-ice slick. We all see the breath of every sigh. Some of us begin coughing louder than others. The bi-polar climate bucks us like a bronco tossing a neophyte rider. How long can we hold on?
Machiatto
a great horned owl
on the hunt
for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Snowfall #writephoto
Poets’ United Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Climate Change (posted by Susan)
Frank J. Tassone 
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