Category Archives: Weather

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 →

The situation’s even worse than feared. I’m not a Chicken Little – I don’t cry at bogeymen – I know the weather’s weird, but never have I run heat in July, until today. I’m calm but what-the-fuck I say this … Continue reading →

It’s nearly middle June when Zephyrus stirs, exuding coastal mist at dawn and night, exhaling onshore breezes. Now occurs our comic season: long in golden light but short on heat, mosquitoes, thunderstorms. There’s wind upon my face when I face … Continue reading →

We saved a little winter just for this – a week of cooler days and overcast; another chance to hear the tires kiss the asphalt slick before the rain has passed. It dashes purple petals to the ground. It weights … Continue reading →

A week ago the lazy flies appeared as if there were a carcass in the yard, but now I know they show up every year: obnoxious ugliness, but never hard to kill – a catalog can do the job, or … Continue reading →

My garden sparkles in the morning light, with forty shades of green amid the blues, the pinks, the purples, yellows: every height of bush in bloom in all the rainbow hues. Now lilies with the dahlias congregate, and nod at … Continue reading →

We hosted rain the second day of spring: a playful splash of water from the sky that wet the wood and spattered everything, impelling me to stay here where it’s dry and I’ve a fire burning gas to warm my … Continue reading →

The light of 6 pm invites my eyes to gaze unshielded toward the scene across my busy street. I try to analyze the glow that lays as soft as early moss, as gentle as the sound of water drops upon … Continue reading →

I almost see the vernal equinox, palms outward, chin uprisen, visage bright chartreuse on photosynthesizing clocks, on waking gardens undercast with light. Approaching taller days of spring I sense arousing dawn and dusk-extending hours, when shadows mimic pickets of a … Continue reading →

We didn’t mean to do it but it’s done – we’ve messed our habitat beyond repair. The planet will survive and too the sun, but we’re dysfunctioning in poisoned air upon an orb that’s altering its tilt, below a north … Continue reading →