The Weather Report

What will the new dawn awaken

To this little corner of earth

Where we wait with wandering wonder

At the advent of daylight’s rebirth?

 

Will skies be sunny with luminous luster

Or dank with the dreariness of cheerlessclouds?

Will the winds make us cower, the rainsdrown the flowers,

Or shall we assemble in frolicsome crowds?

 

Harken the prophets of prognostication,

The gurus of guesswork and technologies,

Whose bold postulations are merespeculation

Given in faith but without guarantees.

 

And we give them credit,

And we consign blame to

These ardent messengers of prophesy

For plans that we make,

For plans that we cancel,

For plans that we modify with impunity.

 

So, harken, my frolicsome friend, to theirforesight

With dubious wisdom before you cavort.

Though nothing is certain

Til they pull back the curtain

No harm comes from heeding the weather report.