Category Archives: Weather

October 7th is the date today. It’s Friday and the sky is hazy blue. The temperature is high around the bay and smoggy atmosphere obscures the view. The garbage men will cruise our neighborhoods, but only after poachers play their … Continue reading →

I visited in ‘66 and fell in love. I moved for school and I’m still here, arrested and inspired by the spell, addicted to the lively atmosphere. We form an open ward, but loose and free; we reconfigure gardens but … Continue reading →

There’s no such thing as earthquake weather, say the experts in agreement. There’s no link between this kind of hot and windy day and pressure in a fault. How could you think the air’s in touch with magma? That’s a … Continue reading →

The arc of Helios advances south and hides its rays from me in neighbor trees, while every garden squirrel fills her mouth with anything available. Degrees of early autumn warmth entice us out of shirt sleeves, while wisteria discards its … Continue reading →

The date is mid September, and it’s white outside, the normal hue for mornings here. We’re chillier than average and we might see rain, but fog’s our a.m. atmosphere all summertime except when we pull heat the Central Valley dried. … Continue reading →

I’m looking at the mid-September sun through leaves of sycamore, shot with chartreuse. Proceeding as the day is nearly done, when UV filters haven’t any use, I note the sky is bluer from the wind that twisted lighter leaves and … Continue reading →

I woke before the light today, because the sun is lately tardier to rise, and I know how to read our natural laws, so as I gave the dog her exercise, I measured moisture riding on the air, collected leaves … Continue reading →

Today it’s nearly autumn everywhere for Labor Day has passed and school’s begun except near San Francisco where the air is summer warming now we see the sun at dusk and dawn appareled for the beach discarding blanket fog and … Continue reading →

The belladonna bloom in August light upon their rhubarb tubes. They focus out like gramophones, their silent song a shout of heated pink, their beauty overbright. The crinum stretch in shade to freakish height. Among their ramps of foliage, they … Continue reading →

The naked ladies huddle past their prime – their petals flag like ribbons on the stilts that leafless held them half a summertime. Their color loud as lusting cats, they wilt. With tops of white, the crinum stand like men … Continue reading →