This week local TV meteorologists are absorbed in talking about our extended cold stretch. They entertain us with dire possibilities all while smiling broadly like the impresarios they are. But sometimes the weather, itself, calls them out.
Storm Hype 101 (Prof. Chicken Little)
Meteorologists in San Diego
need not apply.
Nor those in Tornado Alley
or hurricane locales since adrenaline
drives a crash course.
But weathermen/women in the snow belt
welcome to register and master
the minutia of forecast fever.
Learn the art of reporting an initial
warning in the muted tones
of a mourning dove auguring,
"Snowmageddon is riding in
from the Rockies."
Study the subtle tricks of voice
intensity, growing louder
like a locomotive drawing nearer
until the din of disaster saturates
the station.
*
Trailing a predicted blizzard,
dawn sometimes reveals a pristine
counterpane only a plump comforter deep.
Henny Penny and henchmen
now quiet as the night's snowfall.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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