Category Archives: Weather

Smoke and Heat

Posted on August 26, 2020 by sputterpub

It used to be, when temps increased this much, we’d go to chilly theaters, patronize cool restaurants, or visit venues such as water parks, or any enterprise that by its situation or machines provided shade and cooler moving air. But … Continue reading →

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Tower Fan

Posted on August 22, 2020 by sputterpub

I can’t remember when I bought this fan – a tower that can radiate the air: create a V-shaped breeze for pre-set span of operation, placed most anywhere. I used to use it for the dozen days a year, when … Continue reading →

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Dawn Delay

Posted on August 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I’ve been an early riser 30 years or so, with energy from dawn to 3. I’m waking now before the sun appears, but that’s from time of year and not from me. I never set a clock; I’m naturally awake … Continue reading →

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Humidity

Posted on July 25, 2020 by sputterpub

They say it doesn’t flourish in humidity. We’re blessed with damp air.

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Humming (HA 48 Villanelle)

Posted on May 4, 2020 by sputterpub

The jury’s out, in doubt, about our fate. We note the plants and planet will endure; in other words the hummingbirds elate. Arrested, it’s my lot to isolate within a garden, soothed and yet unsure; the jury’s out, in doubt, … Continue reading →

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Vernal Not Viral (HA 44 Dizain)

Posted on April 30, 2020 by sputterpub

Pathetic fallacy requires storm or quake, or morning overcast at least, but we are budding, sunny, fragrant, warm. The avian concertos have increased, and hummingbirds are making daily feast on spears of nascent color in the yard. Wisteria is soft, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 35 (Lai)

Posted on April 21, 2020 by sputterpub

The morning cold here is spring atmosphere, and yet, as tulips appear and daffodils spear, we let our plans disappear, on pause most the year, upset.

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Droughtful

Posted on February 24, 2020 by sputterpub

Perhaps it was my January birth that bred me to adore a winter storm, but I appreciate when rain hits earth, and comfort means to me a haven warm and cozy when it’s pouring cold outside. Each autumn I look … Continue reading →

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Forecasting

Posted on December 27, 2019 by sputterpub

I’ve heard it’s hard to forecast over sea: the ocean brings surprises to the West. The instruments detect a tendency, but here my window tells the weather best. My phone says we’ll have clouds but I see rain outside, and … Continue reading →

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Whether

Posted on December 3, 2019 by sputterpub

The sun is setting earlier tonight than it did yesterday. We ascertain we daily have a lesser length of light, but none among us knows when it will rain, or if the winds will hibernate this year. Will quenching water … Continue reading →

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