How exciting; first appreciable (healthy) snowfall 2024...

within hinterlands of
Perkiomen Valley Pennsylvania
occurred January 6^th promptly at noon.

 

Virgin whiteness blankets terrestrial realm

bajillion snowflakes tumble out of sky

atavistic fascination awakened
agog at ice crystals stinging each eye
while I strike open mouthed stance

relishing tasting frozen water molecules.

 

No matter yours truly witnessed

countless winter wonderlands

since completing lxiv orbitz round the sun,

the first major seasonal substantial accumulation

excites the little boy inside me.

 

Additionally, I feel truly humbled and enamored

when Mother Nature

singly and/or nsync with old man winter,

whether she (former)

looses propensity to wreak havoc
(think climatological, geological,

meteorological, et cetera phenomena)

or latter trumpets weather,

whereby landscape magically transformed
into blinding brilliance,

I tip hat to personification of winter

and fondly think back

remembering '96 storm of the century.

 

At that time January 1996

me and the missus timesharing
seven nights and six days holed up

along Shawnee on the Delaware
(a honeymoon gift courtesy my parents)
spending disproportionate amount of time

frolicking under warm blankets

ardently, fervently, naturally...

both of us experiencing

devilish, feverish, impish,

loutish (more so me)... concupiscence

striving to beget offspring, yet unsuccessful

conceiving Blizzard Baby.

 

Now far beyond prime procreative age,

(though I wistfully envisage

begetting another progeny -

simultaneously stretching credulity

to breaking point)

all things considered

exhaustion would peter out

after capitulation of divining rod

necessitating lifetime to recoup energy.

 

Bound within figurative four walls

of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania domicile

courtesy appreciable snowfall,

I direct energy crafting poem.

 

Yours truly will actually

refrain comestibles despite feeling hungry -

lest metabolism to digest food

decreases potential alertness,

and full belly finds me

ready able and willing

to doze immediately into deep slumber.

 

Hungry stomach in tandem

with eventful weather

sends surge of giddiness

coursing thru body electric

crackling, popping, and snapping

(while O Captain! My Captain!)

came to witty man (me) suddenly

enervating with poignant pregnant expectancy

papa pondering his empty nest syndrome

analogously attempting to offset void

 

coaxing reasonable rhyme into existence

unsure how literary endeavor

(mine) will thrive

amidst well suited

panoply of prolific writers,

whose unseen fingers

hop lightly and gracefully

across qwerty computer keyboard

akin to heavy armed soldiers

with fearlessness and deliberation

heading off to war to acquire poetic license.

 

Meanwhile chafed knuckles

of one garden variety primate

previously scraping knuckles along tundra
in mock imitation of forebears

(methinks I espy frozen Mastodon)

before said twenty first century caveman

learned to stand erect

endeavors to strike letter combinations

eliciting, facilitating, and generating

enticing curb appeal.