My Forecast

by John Grey

Snow falls on snow. 

And, in between, 

I trudge. 


Yes it’s beautiful 

but it chills my bones. 

It decorates. 

It beautifies. 

But my fingers freeze 

despite my gloves. 


I am on my way 

to a place  

that will offer me 

radiance and discomfort 

in equal abundance. 


The weather forecaster  

got it right. 

Now it’s down to  

the people forecaster. 


John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Sin Fronteras, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Plainsongs, Willard and Maple and Connecticut River Review.


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