Category Archives: Weather

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 →

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 →