Whether Or Not The Weather Changes Poem by Susan Lacovara

It feels like snow...
And it would come as no surprise
This late in January
I have been grateful
For this unpredicted u
Unseasonably warm Winter
Knowing I would spend it alone
Maybe Mother Nature
Once had her heart stolen
And decided I deserved a break
From being buried house bound
Having to dig myself out
With fingers frozen
And a wish for a stronger back

It smells like snow...
The air hanging heavy
Like cream cheese frosting
A circling swirl of cutting wind
That cracks it's whip
Forcing me to walk faster
The keep-moving joints
Of this girl
Who used to dance
From dark to daylight
Now feeling the effects
Of many a season's struggle

It tastes like snow...
Icicle breaths harden on my once cherry
Now, chapped lips
Water droplet words are formed
Yet quickly and quietly frozen
Left clinging crystalized
From the slanted rooftop of my thoughts

It might just snow...
And I'll be stuck under the avalanche
Of missing that man
The one who promised many seasons
Before taking with him
My lemondrop melting sun
To leave the snow clouds looming

I'm sure it will snow