"Gee-Day"

For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms, and did my duty faithfully. -Thoreau

torn 'tween logic and reason

caught in a freefalling hung jury of season

a schism of state

back and forth change and sway

their own version of d-day

not quite sure which way to go

clouds doing due diligence and wringing out like sponges

as time fibs and  mercury plunges

in a confusion of march clovers under the guise of december jingles

raindrops fell like midmorning paratroopers

some pulling ripcords of snowflakes in a reception of cold air received

others sneaking past the doorman with their hands in pockets of warmth

drops and flakes eventually crashing to the ground

some realizing that they'd forgotten helmets of calendar

dismembered

dead on arrival in puddles of those who had in fact remembered

heroed flakes making the ultimate sacrifice in a fallen glisten

resolving a dividing conflict

completing yet another undercover mission

Author's Note

“Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer.” - Thoreau