Someone Forgot to Tell the May Flowers

Figures.
No sooner do I switch out my snow tires in anticipation of our impending trip to Sunny SoCal than a May storm descends on the area. That’s the view from my office window this morning, and the weather man is predicting snow accumulation of somewhere between 10″ – 20″.
I love it! (Though I must admit to being slightly less keen at outfitting the van with chains in an effort to get my family and myself over South Pass in one piece.)
No hawk hangs over in this air:
The urgent snow is everywhere.
The wing adroiter than a sail
Must lean away from such a gale,
Abandoning its straight intent,
Or else expose tough ligament
And tender flesh to what before
Meant dampened feathers, nothing more.
Forceless upon our backs there fall
Infrequent flakes hexagonal,
Devised in many a curious style
To charm our safety for a while,
Where close to earth like mice we go
Under the horizontal snow.

Joseph Susanka

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Joseph Susanka has been doing development work for institutions of Catholic higher education since his graduation from Thomas Aquinas College in 1999. Currently residing in Lander, Wyoming -- "where Stetsons meet Birkenstocks" -- he is a columnist for Crisis Magazine and the Patheos Catholic portal.

  • Kamilla

    Joseph,

    Back when I lived in Wyoming they used to tell a joke:

    Q: What do you do in the summer around here?

    A: Well, if it’s on a Sunday we have a picnic.

    Kamilla

  • Sarah L

    My husband told me not to plant anything in the garden just yet. Considering how short the window for growing things can be in this state, I’ve been itching to get things into the ground, but seeing a rabbit on our lawn (which was heading straight for our garden) made me feel a little better about not having my veggies in the ground.

    I thought our weather was crazy. We had a little snow a couple days ago, and we’re supposed to have another freeze this month before it’s safe to plant, but we’re getting nothing like what you’re getting in Wyoming. It’s beautiful, and my kids would probably love it.

    But, man, I’d love to get started on that garden–just as soon as it stops raining around here.

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