Long-term Forecast, still doubting - a poem of lies, damned lies, statistics and WAGs.

Lingering dusting and more
lying up above me
warns me to remember
that Meteorology, despite claims
is not a Science.

Rather, she's an Art
inspired by capricious muses
who ask us all
to tell whopping lies
whilst keeping straight faces.

So I glance warily
at that long-term forecast
knowing it mostly guesses
that make up details
that promise warmer temps.

Better to place trust
for the next season
in the migrating birds
who sent clear message
Why stay here, fool.

Cold toes, frozen fingers
broken zippers, mismatched gloves
down the check list
my fingers shiver along
for heeding mans' prevarications.


28Oct2012 - Dyfedd Rex, the shivering despite warming sun.