Weather poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry

Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,

And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be–

Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,

With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.

While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,

From the coals that he’d preferred to the advantages of truth.

He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote

On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote–

For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:

“Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow.”