Sharon Chmielarz

riddle number three

Riddle #3

I’m an eerie overriding of clattering opposites,
an elegant disruption of seasons. Ka pow!
I deliver winter a summer bolt. Listen up!
I’m not something to take chances on.
Your ears recognize me and urge you to dive
under cover. I’m not an end-of-the-world sign,
just a threat that momentarily obliterates any
other. Brinkmanship is my operative word.


Thunder Snow. Lucky are those who’ve heard it.

Speaking in Riddles