On the Way

A sonnet

photo by William J Spirdione

This feeling that a storm is almost here,
Is unmistakable, though not certain.
It can be felt, but it is not too clear,
What was felt, and will the weather worsen.

Why don’t we stay home tomorrow morning?
Read or listen to the weather forecast?
Safety and life you might be ignoring,
Better get shoveling, snow’s falling fast.