Category Archives: Weather

Tease

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 →

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Cold Brew

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 →

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Hue

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 →

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Agapanthus

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 →

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Removals

Autumnal blue’s the color over me at noon today, as if a cup of night were softened with a swirl of foggy white, and all the frosted oxygen is free. October orange is the imagery projected through my eyelids by … Continue reading →

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Here Now

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 →

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Post Conference Stress Relief

One hundred forty syllables I’ll choose. I won’t elide, apostrophize or cheat by forcing metric tricks. The theme I’ll use is autumn on my cheeks, beneath my feet, around my neck as I proceed down Rose, at half past ten … Continue reading →

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I Never Tried This Wisdom On Before

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 →

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On June 25, 1998

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 →

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Blindfold

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 →

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