Category Archives: Weather

Laggard

Regardless of the local temperature,no matter what the calendar declares,I’ve learned we’re fully into Spring, for sure,when this tree buds to leaf. Its twiggy hairsdon’t feather while each other tree preparesto start to eat the sunshine, air, and dirt.On College … Continue reading

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A Soft Spot

A week ago, while reading in my chair,the vernal sunshine beckoned me to startthe ceiling fan, and open to warm airthe door of glass beside me. Looking downI noticed withered bugs or dust motes there.I took a cloth and swept … Continue reading

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Heat & Fire

The photograph’s from April 21st.A morning shot, the blaze remote-controlled.The chill of dawn had thoroughly reversed,and forecasts showed an end to waking cold.A month of Spring had already been tolled,but California’s calendar divertsfrom elsewhere norms – the time has come … Continue reading

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Weird Quiet

The quiet’s weird, when what we have in mindare floods of Spring that flow from snow that nearedor passed recorded history. I findthe quiet’s weird. They plastered pictures when the drifts appeared.The pack’s too deep, but news is deaf and … Continue reading

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Tulips

This crazy rainy season perseveres.It’s falling now, and forecast for next week.But every day the vernal sun appearsuprising earlier, its rays obliqueand strengthening at dawn and dusk, while spearsof daffodils and tulips shoot to seekthe light, their bells on stalks … Continue reading

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Spring Again

Attracted to the winter all my years(perhaps it was that January birth),when chill will stimulate, and dark appearsso often it gives firelight more worth,I can’t ignore the present buds and spearsof vernal growth – renewal on the eartharound. I watch … Continue reading

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Bomb Cyclone

Astounding weather, but it’s not as badas news reports present, for most of us.The fact is even too much rain’s a gladevent. We’ve been sore-dry for years, and thuswe’ll weather weather. Ants can’t drive me mad;while reservoirs recover I won’t … Continue reading

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A Soggy Year

When I was young, I knew when rain would fall.It started late November every year,in earnest, and the next two months were allconsistently precipitating. Clearwas rare – I wore no suede and had to smearwith waterproofing liquids all my boots.This … Continue reading

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Again the Ants

Again the ants invade. It’s no surprise.Survival instincts have to be obeyed.Outside is cold and wet. Before my eyes,again the ants invade. Like moving coffee grounds, the bugs paradewithin my kitchen sink. So I ariseto drown and crush and vacuum … Continue reading

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Efflorescence

The mortar’s not supposed to turn to dust.It shouldn’t bulge and powder-drop this way.I’ll call and pay a tradesman if I must,but that’s an errand for a later day.I’m sure there’s water – we had so much rain,there has to … Continue reading

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