Forecast

“Forecast”

December 31st.

The forecast is in.

Never trust a weatherman,

Except when they call for hope.

"Scattered showers of dismay,"

"A wintery mix of empty promises."

"But a blizzard of hope is on its way."

 

December 31st.

A new year is brewing.

Winds in the east,

And a cold front on the west.

"Temperatures below freezing,

And change on the horizon."

Set your calendar.

 

My hands quiver in the cold,

Change is terror.

Dark, twisting, impending clouds.

Holding the snow,

Holding the change.

Darkening the world,

Blanketing the sky,

 

And yet, despite fear,

 

I need the snow.

Snow is the silencer,

When the gun goes off.

And I need to catch my breath.

I need a moment to brace myself for the impending change.

So I pray for snow.

I pray for the moment to last.

 

The countdown begins.

Collectively, the world draws a breath.

Snowfall is magical,

And so is the New Year.

They bring about a clean freshness,

The world blanketed in white.

 

Dazzling,

Sparkling,

Fresh beginnings.

Everything on a clean slate.

 

December 31st.

We begged to stay up late.

Wiggling our toes in our fuzzy boots.

"Midnight will bring the storm!"

Secretly terrified,

But giddy with anticipation,

For I always dream of snow.

 

But to dream, you must sleep.

And we fell asleep before midnight.

When we awoke,

Our world was different.

 

January 1st.

The snow has come.

The night has gone.

Fireworks, confetti, and midnight kisses,

All beneath the blanket of snow.

Snow cleansing the world from the previous year.

Bringing about hope.

 

The snow has come.

 

Slow motion.

In my pajamas, I race outside.

The cold air shocks my lungs.

Hair prickles on my scalp.

Suddenly aware of myself.

I am alive.

 

The snow has come.

The New Year has come.

And the

 

     World.

 

         Stands.

 

                Still.

 

Laughter explodes,

A little frightened,

A lot excited. 

Extending my fingers I catch the flakes falling.

A little white miracle touches my fingertip.

And all too soon, the miracle is gone.

Cold air ignites me.

My heart can beat again.

 

We delight in the snow.

We frolic.

We play.

We make wishes on each snowflake.

And when we fall into our beds,

Exhausted from the day,

I realize, it's over.

 

Snow cannot last forever.

The world cannot stand still forever.

Childhood can only stay so long.

Snow can only conceal so much.

Change is coming.

January, like the small miracle,

Melts away so quickly.

 

A moment to freeze.

A moment to breathe.

But wintery days turn to spring.

Life launches forward at 100 miles per hour.

The anticipation of the year,

The anticipation of the forecast.

Lost and soon forgotten.

The breath we were holding,

We release.

 

January.

Come and gone.

Thought about for a year,

Brought about in a moment,

Lost in a dream.

For I always dream of snow.

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