A Pome a Day for a Year

One September of forty one,
full of sun, here in the UK,
but full of snow when Americaning it.

A strange old month,
sandwiched between a time of scare
and a time of heat.

The wildest September
that I ever experienced
involved about 8 foot of snow.

Living in Omaha and being an adult
for the first time in my life,
and waking to white mountains outside home doors.

This wintery weather washing
over all outside elements
caking us and catching us and creosoting us.

The shovels, the spades, the exertion
the tiredness, the jackets, the wraps,
the music and camaraderie.

Funny, what sticks in the bank
and what flushes through sieve like
membranes to be lost like 80 degrees snow.