Jody's Notes
Some years ago people were busy predicting what a nuclear war would lead to by way of ecological disaster. One popular scenario was Nuclear Winter--somewhat as depicted in the poem. It seems to have gone in and out of style over the years as a predicted option.
Regardless, it makes for some nice imagery.
Suddenly we are snowmen,
our frozen breath packed tight
around our faces. Above us,
the atmosphere flutters down,
white like angelfeathers.
And then, forevermore,
cold meteors crunch into the ground
as if into powdered Styrofoam.
© 1992, 2001 Jody Azzouni