It doesn’t take a weatherman…

It doesn’t take a weatherman…

An inch of pure snow
first of the season
promised by local news
more interested in clicks
than accuracy

Early January snow forgives
covers a multitude of sins
leaving the world fresh
beautiful as a crystal
ready for new growth

But the anger of the mob
raised tempers and temperatures
snow turns to dark rain
earth to mud

I might forgive
I will not forget


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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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3 Responses to It doesn’t take a weatherman…

  1. Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld's avatar Lisa Tomey says:

    Never will I ever forget. Well stated.

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  2. Susi Bocks's avatar Susi Bocks says:

    Same! May we never repeat this ever again.

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