Vermonter magic

A Vermonter can't explain
to anyone else
how they can tell
when it's about to snow.

The sky seems full,
somehow,
like it just took a huge breath and is just waiting —
waiting! — 
to let it out,
blowing puffs of small magic
down from the sky.

A Vermonter knows
when it is about to snow.
The world is expectant,
the ground is frozen and gray.
But I wonder,
as I stare at the sky and see the silver blanket over the earth,
perhaps it's really
just a Vermonter
who snaps their fingers and says,
"Now,"
that makes the snow fall.