Waiting for Snow

For Real Toads Weekend Challenge

Waiting for Snow
“There is no Final Resting Place of the Mind.” – Anthony Bourdain

the cold air feels still –
total silence – the air feels hollow –
an empty ring – like the single bonnnngggg
from a distant temple bell –
a sweet smell in the air –
the snow is holding off
waiting for 3:00 p.m.
the timeline announced by the
weather folk for the snow to begin.
The feral cats are hunkered down,
They know. The birds know. The squirrels know.
We humans don’t know shit.
European model. U.S. model.
Snow will begin when snow begins.
The first flake slowly circles downward.
Let the games begin.

41 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Brendan
    Jan 12, 2019 @ 16:57:55

    That hour before the snow starts falling is the hollow bell of this poem. Prediction (or future knowledge assured) just makes us faint of hearing. Well done.


  2. wisteria
    Jan 12, 2019 @ 20:23:32

    I especially love the last 4 lines.


  3. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar
    Jan 12, 2019 @ 20:53:29

    4 pm was the time we were told it would begin 🙂 I filled the bird feeder and the do seem to know without being told. And honestly, if we looked to the sky and not our phones – We’d know as well 🙂


  4. wildchild47
    Jan 12, 2019 @ 21:48:38

    nature will always be an accurate weather prognosticator within itself – and it’s easy to know it, if one reads the signs – and even more so, when feeling it …. in the body.
    I really loved the line “snow begins when snow begins” — and that’s just it; nature is as it will. End of one story, beginning of another (how lovely to just enjoy a snowfall…)


  5. Sherry Marr
    Jan 12, 2019 @ 21:57:21

    You have captured that hollow feeling of a winter afternoon just before the snow falls. You took me back to snowy winters of years past.


  6. Kerry
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 01:28:44

    Wow! I can actually hear that bell in my head. Great mood piece.. the hollow air. Love it.


  7. kim881
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 02:41:12

    You’ve captured the moment so well, Toni, the hollowness of pending snow and the way it decides when it will send its first few flakes. I like the contrast of total silence and the sound of the weather announcement. I trust the wildlife to let me know when the weather’s changing.


    • kanzensakura
      Jan 13, 2019 @ 08:10:37

      As do I. Most folks around here seem addicted to their weather announcers. I watched this storm developing all week. I am pretty weatherwise. I told my husband we word be having snow on the ground Sat morn He said, oh no, the weather folk were saying Thurs night. Well, no snow. Got up Sat and there was snow! My mother if she had been would have started making a big pot of veggie soup Fri morning.

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  8. sanaarizvi
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 06:22:44

    Such a wonderfully atmospheric poem, Toni ❤ I could actually hear the bell ring in my head. 😊


  9. Sherry Blue Sky
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 13:01:00

    Am back from the Pantry and yes, I could hear that temple booong too!


  10. anmol(alias HA)
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 13:54:42

    “We humans don’t know shit”: Indeed!
    Love how you depict the moment and the wait for what is to come eventually.


  11. Helen
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 14:00:02

    I had to laugh out loud at this !! My weather app also tells me exactly how many minutes to rain as well as now. The idiocy of it all,


    • kanzensakura
      Jan 13, 2019 @ 14:05:57

      Lol. I took my app off my phone and installed a Weather Rock, to the amusement of my husband, outside on my back step. If it is wet it is raining, if white it is snowing, if dry the weather is clear. I can smell rain and snow coming . I have been tracking this storm all week. Friday I told my my husband it wouldn’t amount to much. I was right. 😊

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  12. Truedessa
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 14:03:24

    Weather patterns shift all the time, the best prediction is with a 24 hour guideline. I have seen major storm fizzle out due to a shift in the jet stream. I agree the snow will come when it comes.


  13. annell4
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 14:13:48

    You are so right, the snow begins when it begins, we know nothing.


  14. Mary
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 16:50:43

    Yes, snow will begin when snow begins. So often the forecasts turn out ro be wrong. Here anyway they often scare with their dire predictions. I laughed about the snow waiting for 3 p.m. which the forecaster predicted. I can hear the snow in the sky saying…..”Not yet! It is only 2:50.”


  15. magicalmysticalteacher
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 17:00:43

    I’m glad that snow has a mind of its own!


  16. Vicki
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 18:17:47

    Nature always knows. Loved that bonnnngggg. 🙂


  17. othermary
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 18:33:55

    Wonderful, especially the last stanza. We humans really don’t know shit!


  18. Jim
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 20:58:53

    Ah, Toni, you wrote of the best part of snowing. The first falling of a new fall. I remember some well. We buried my mom in a Nebraska blizzard.


  19. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 21:40:46

    Lovely! And yes, other living creatures are so much more aware than we are.


  20. thotpurge
    Jan 13, 2019 @ 21:46:10

    Snow will begin when snow begins…. now that’s the wisest line I’ve read all morning. So agree!


  21. Sumana Roy
    Jan 14, 2019 @ 00:26:52

    The poem captures moments when time stood still, literally and then happening begins. A beautiful contrast of total pause and stir.


  22. oldegg
    Jan 14, 2019 @ 05:42:29

    Give the weather forecasters their due, they hope their forecasts are correct but in reality the weather behaves like a naughty child!


  23. Magaly Guerrero
    Jan 14, 2019 @ 10:40:03

    I love the change in tone, how reality becomes a storm of truth in our faces. So true. (We know nothing, Jon Snow *couldn’t help myself*).


  24. Marian
    Jan 20, 2019 @ 10:44:31

    And finally today we have snow here, not last week. It is still like you describe right now. I love this moment, when it is coming and everything/everyone waits.


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