When I Ask

When I ask,

And, at some stage

I am sure that I will,

Please don’t tell me

How I feel.

 

The shades of black

That holly leaves go

In full-night

Belladonna moonlight.

 

However I ask,

If I threaten, plead,

Cajole, sulk, make promises,

Please don’t tell me

You understand.

 

The kind of moon –

White-queen faced

And flat –

You get when skies

Are clear and honest-cold.

 

2/9/2012

Those That Trust …

Those that trust the

Machines that look for

Patterns and make

Predictions

Forecast snow later today.

 

Those who use the

Statistics stored in the

Records to point the

Finger of blame

Say it’s all my fault:

That I travelled too far

On holidays;

Kept my family too warm,

Bought food out of season –

Because it was available:

All wrong!

 

Those who trawl the

Programs, pretending to

make sense of data are

Forecasting blizzards

This evening.

 

What do they want

Us to do?

Panic?

There’s nothing wrong –

And many things right –

About snow

 

As far as I’m concerned

We all have

Something we can learn:

If we dare …

If we care …

Beware!

 

12/3/2012