Category Archives: Weather

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 →

Inverted brooms the naked trees appear, with sturdy handle trunks and limbs that form expanding vees against an atmosphere begun to steam as sunshine follows storm. The calendar says spring will not begin for seven days and some, but weather … Continue reading →

Upon my bed at 2 p.m. I sit, a pillow pushed beneath a twisted knee. My step into the basement was a split on mud the flooded creek laid slippery. I didn’t need that step. I’d seen enough to know … Continue reading →