Going to the Art Museum When A Storm is on the Way

21 Days until Spring

The day before another storm is due, we go to the art museum. 

of the state highway
and the turn into the neighborhood,
there’s a sign.
Someone goes out every day
and changes the number!
A spreader of hope, that person.

(I think it might be my next door neighbor.
I’ll text her and ask.)

Another storm is coming
and we’re not sure we’re up to it,
but we’ve no cause to complain,
not compared to the Pennsylvania and New Jersey kin,
so we won’t,
but we will agree on the countdown,
that it makes us smile when we drive by.

(My neighbor says yes, she’s the one,
and today she’s taking down her winter decorations in the house,
hoping to advance the cause.)

Today again the roads have been brined –
but we shake our fists at tomorrow’s storm
and drive an hour
to the Art Museum
to see watercolors
and dream of Spring.

Crocus poked through the soil in last week’s thaw.


About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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