Tell her her sorrow will always be there

That though she may struggle to bear

Her pain her hope must be for the rain

To pound down and obliterate

Her agony with the grain;

The crop and her madness both grow

Even as her sadness must one day go;

There will always be the kernel

Of her own insurrection

In the forecast of snow.

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Forecast of Snow published in Foliate Oak Literary Journal, December 2011