Climatic Indecision
Posted on Apr 5th, 2007
by 
Catherine
Catherine
the trees bent low
burdened by the molten snow
that stuck and hung
like dripping marshmallow
congealing in the morning air
the growing light
circled slowly through the last turns
of wet needy snow
the maniacal tidings
of an early April day
and so it seems
that this winter that did not want to come
now does not want to leave
and as I again view my world
resplendent in concealment
I can taste the essence
of ambient indecisiveness
climatic indecision
my heart, heavy loaded
drips and releases its questions
like snow-bound branches
suddenly bare when kissed by a breeze
and with each scrape and dive
my solid green shovel
doles out answers, without fluster
you react, you respond, you reply
you adapt
as the snow
loosens and laughs
in unexpected splatters
I join it with a chuckle
for I know
that the grip of destiny
may not be in my hand
but is still worth
a touch
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
burdened by the molten snow
that stuck and hung
like dripping marshmallow
congealing in the morning air
the growing light
circled slowly through the last turns
of wet needy snow
the maniacal tidings
of an early April day
and so it seems
that this winter that did not want to come
now does not want to leave
and as I again view my world
resplendent in concealment
I can taste the essence
of ambient indecisiveness
climatic indecision
my heart, heavy loaded
drips and releases its questions
like snow-bound branches
suddenly bare when kissed by a breeze
and with each scrape and dive
my solid green shovel
doles out answers, without fluster
you react, you respond, you reply
you adapt
as the snow
loosens and laughs
in unexpected splatters
I join it with a chuckle
for I know
that the grip of destiny
may not be in my hand
but is still worth
a touch
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
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August 2008 
Catherine, this poem reminds me of the Rilke poem that closes with: “…and the point is, live everything, live the questions now. perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.
“resplendent in concealment
I can taste the essence
of ambient indecisiveness
climatic indecision”
very cool, catherine.
and with each scrape and dive
my solid green shovel
doles out answers, without fluster
you react, you respond, you reply
you adapt
This makes me smile. :)
that the grip of destiny
may not be in my hand
but is still worth
a touch
touche, Catherine. And the touch teaches exactly that.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful…
And you too should contribute this piece (and any of your pieces) to The Temple Garden @ Camp Happiness! I know that you are a member there, so all I can say is spread this beauty of yours around for all to see!
Never has snow seemed so warm, my dear…
Best,
–D.
Catherine, this is just sooo beautiful. I can’t even think of words to describe what I felt reading it and certainly not able to pick a favorite part.
Thank you all:-)
And Nicole… send me some desert Spring! (if only in spirit!)
Oh, Catherine I’d be happy to exchange it for the snow!
Ah! nice! What inspiration gleaned from the aftermath of a snow storm. It's very sunny in Orlando, shure wish you could visit…
my heart, heavy loaded
drips and releases its questions
like snow-bound branches
We. like nature, are in transition in the spring. It is not uncommon to experience a whole range of emotions during this time. This poem reminds us not to take it too seriously. To watch and appreciate this transition and understand that underneath the snow lies renewal. Thanks for the beautiful imagery, and hopeful message.
You are amazing! Thank you!