Category Archives: Weather

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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October Warmth

Posted on October 16, 2019 by sputterpub

October wind strews pollen and leaves reminders of earthquake menace

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The Damp Deck

Posted on September 24, 2019 by sputterpub

I’m well aware the weather could be worse; we pay a lot to live around this bay. But atmospheric rivers are a curse for me – extreme humidity today will not allow my just-sealed deck to dry. Evaporation is on … Continue reading →

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Eyebath

Posted on May 20, 2019 by sputterpub

There come some days here, nearly every May, when dirt and branch infect me with surprise. I felt it first this year on Saturday, as if a balm applied to soothe my eyes became effective at the stroke of one. … Continue reading →

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The Last Persimmon

Posted on December 4, 2018 by sputterpub

My neighbor planned and planted our shared yard, then moved away before she could observe the fruits of cultivation. I regard the lemon tree containers and the curve of apple branches, and the graceful lines persimmon limbs display against the … Continue reading →

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