Category Archives: Weather

The light this morning comes as a surprise, in rays of gold both young and warm, oblique into the plants, the trees, my weary eyes, in shafts of color strong as I am weak. A flashlight held beneath a camper’s … Continue reading →

They say the rain has stopped; I don’t agree. For though the drops don’t fall today from high, there’s water in the air surrounding me and fog fills up the space from ground to sky. As if the earth can’t … Continue reading →

Is this relief I feel at feeling great? Or satisfaction after exercise? For here’s the pressured holiday I hate that never gave me any good surprise, and only yesterday I bore a load of office work, domestic chores, and pain … Continue reading →

The raindrops cling to spider limbs of trees like diamond pussy willows upside down. The heavens glower heavy in the east while western light is mounting, but the frowns the folks exhibit as they drive in storm will never find … Continue reading →

I wandered musing in the morning rain, my fantasies afloat above my head, on automatic pilot to the train that pulls me to the office from my bed. The drizzle ticked a patter on the black umbrella roofing me with … Continue reading →

The liquidambar leaves are sidewalk sails that float immobile on the wet concrete. The ginkgo leaves replace their green with trails and lakes of yellow on the winter street. The raindrops hang like crystal chandeliers from leafless branches stretched against … Continue reading →

Is there a tonic quicker than the cold upon my face, while leather warms my hands and walking feet? The morning air is bold as crystal, sharp and clean, and it commands brisk attitude from what was weary me. It … Continue reading →

I lift my filtered spectacles to learn the color of the leaves upon the ground. November makes the liquidambar turn to pale vermillion, faded blood, a scarlet found on nothing else. The color isn’t pink. It’s crimson worn without a … Continue reading →

The agapanthus flowers wilt to heads upon their columns, as October nods. Their spinal stems are still supporting shreds of petals limp between the oval pods. Like kindergartners new to school, they stand in clumps before proceeding to their class. … Continue reading →