Category Archives: Weather

How Dry is the Valley

Posted on May 31, 2021 by sputterpub

Our luck was easy traffic, gentle breeze,and soft blue heavens shot with cotton clouds.But when we passed the fields that held few trees,the parch of desiccation lay like shroudson thirsty dirt that isn’t worth a plowthis year, with drought and … Continue reading →

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Recording Relief

Posted on May 4, 2021 by sputterpub

A benefit from daily poetry(less valuable than practice, but still nice)is how the pieces serve as diary(to feel and then record’s like living twice).At times when I reread, the words enticemy memory – provocative technique.Well here’s a little record of … Continue reading →

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Semi-Pathetic Fallacy

Posted on May 2, 2021 by sputterpub

A week ago we had a little storm.The forecast was more promising than true.Some drizzle teased, but we’re too dry and warmfor winter like the seasons we’ve lived through;we have to say goodbye to what we knew.Tomorrow’s strange – I’m … Continue reading →

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Aridity Ahead

Posted on April 25, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s ominously beautiful outside.The gardens teem with blooms, the air is clear,the sky’s a bowl of azure high and wide.The birdsong peals like morning bells, and hereare daily hummingbirds, identifiedin thrumming flits. The atmosphereis mild, but I see the soil’s … Continue reading →

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Dissociation

Posted on April 14, 2021 by sputterpub

So much of what I thought I understoodis contradicted by the recent past.My turf was a suburban neighborhood –of course I thought that ambience would last.But values taught as permanent and goodwere post-war pushes, marketed so fastand flashy, flooding on … Continue reading →

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Benched

Posted on April 3, 2021 by sputterpub

A bench in the sunon a spring afternoon …molested by noneI’ll be leaving here soon,which makes every minuteluxurious time,and moves me while in itto doodle this rhyme.

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First Wisteria

Posted on March 19, 2021 by sputterpub

I saw my first wisteria Mondayat 9 a.m., in 46 degrees.I shot a picture walking, on my wayto stock my pantry with some groceries.The purple blossoms formed a scant arraybut promised spring in Berkeley more than bees.My own wisteria’s a … Continue reading →

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Plum Petals

Posted on March 2, 2021 by sputterpub

Plum petals show like snowflakes on the woodbeneath my feet, against the crooked limbsabove my office shed. Their whiteness skimsand flits on wind as if they understoodtheir blossom purpose has been served. I couldavert my glance – no other act … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Rain

Posted on February 23, 2021 by sputterpub

The sound of rain is manna to my ears.It patters on my skylight and it drumsupon my roof. It hammers or it thrums,and I attend its rhythm. When it clearsI yearn to have it back – a storm cloud nearsand … Continue reading →

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Spring Too Soon

Posted on February 20, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s too soon for buds.Low rain and warm spring make forsummertime fires.

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