The sky’s clarity was somewhat annoying
Since snow doesn't come from the stars.
Then a curtain of clouds was dutifully drawn
And I sighed knowing the modern
Watchers of crystal balls would again be vindicated.
Instead of the expected snow
A gentle rain began to fall.
It was only somewhat refreshing to my body
That vaguely I realized, was a bit too warm.
Finally, I dozed, feeling completely let down,
But I was already at bottom,
There was no place to go;
But to sleep.
The most frustrating result of the whole damn affair
Is that, obviously, nothing is settled;
That which is real is still
And that which is conjectured is still just that.
Dejectedly I get up feeling the sun on my skin,
Smelling the musky odors of grass and earth.
After walking only a bit, I remember my clothes.
Putting on my shoes, I muse,
I should have brought snowshoes
To walk the half mile ahead
Through three feet of snow.