Chinook
It starts as an arch out on the horizon.
Soft, aqua blue in milky, white skies and
I know that it’s coming,
Chinook is coming,
warm wind is coming today.
Then the first breath begins, the snow laden branches
quiver and start to release avalanches.
I know that it’s blowing,
Chinook is blowing,
Warm wind is blowing today.
Then the snow dervish swirls, all heedless abandon,
carving yesterday’s snow into sculptures at random,
I know that it’s dancing
Chinook is dancing
Warm wind is dancing today
I punch through the snow drifts, Chinook creeps behind me
and fills in my footprints. They may never find me
And I know that it’s restless
Chinook is restless
Warm wind is restless today.
Just before snow melts right down to the ground
Chinook loses interest and blows out of town
And I know that it’s leaving
Chinook is leaving
Warm wind is leaving today
#352
Linda Studley 
Chinook is leaving — but I do thank it for coming. Parting it such sweet sorrow and all that.
🙂