Sunny December

A sunny December day
when down jackets weren’t very warm.
The weather forecast sent us to the mountains;
it was our first trip to snow.
Only, snowmen had perished like a western witch,
snow angels fell from grace.
We were left sloshing through sad puddles,
knee-deep in disdain for weathermen.
Despite my jokes, we shared no laughs;
you had the spirit of the day’s snow angels.
It was our last trip to the snow.
It was our last trip.

Perhaps the forecast was merely a warning
to the icy blizzard in your heart

Perhaps i should have drowned you in a puddle
instead of accepting blame
for a forcaster’s faults