Category Archives: Weather

Now autumn enters us by slow degrees, insinuating fog, inserting chill before the rising sun, and draining trees that hibernate of verdant chlorophyll. We’re warm as summer all the afternoon, but longer is the arrow of that light. The sun … Continue reading →

The sky could bluer be, but all is clean from rain and crisp with autumn chill. The plants deciduous have put aside their green, as I collect the wisdom weather grants. I’ve grown too old to wear confusion well. I’m … Continue reading →

Each day I must remind myself it’s June already; nearly half the year is past. El Niño gave us winter as monsoon, and spring has been unending overcast. Now I’m surprised to see that school is out, announced vacations startle … Continue reading →

The sprouting grass is soft beneath my feet, receptive, squeaky-vivid, bending, bright. And gentle is the asphalt of the street I walk across, ignoring every sight. The air is like a washcloth on my brow, my cheeks, my throat: that … Continue reading →

Benign the weather god has been to me who sent the humid infant to demand no tribute dearer than a twisted knee. It lets my rotten-floored garage withstand the cataracts of Codornices Creek and daily squalls don’t penetrate my panes. … Continue reading →

The season of awakening is here. The hyacinths are up, magnolias bud in violet to cream, and greens appear a dynasty of tones. The winter mud produces tulip fodder, iris love, and everywhere life stretches toward the sky. The heavens … Continue reading →

The arctic always greets us one more time in April, pasting petals to concrete. Replaying slaps of winter, we sublime to cold without between, and every street is blossom-plastered, every bark is damp, the sky is an enclosing pewter dome. … Continue reading →

I owe myself a piece of poetry and I can’t think to write on anything except how unaware I seem to be, except how unprepared I am for spring. The equinox has passed and Easter looms, but I am stuck … Continue reading →