Category Archives: Weather

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 →

Loquat leaves like rigid feathers Lie upon the old concrete. Eerie February weather Sweeps debris off every street, But here upon the old sidewalks A weight of litter holds its own. For Zephyr blew off dirt and stalks But left … Continue reading →

The sky is falling on my head today. Thrice rain-beset by storms, my brow is kissed precipitantly as I wend my way to work. The atmosphere is filled with mist, the air is saturated, white as smoke and cool as … Continue reading →

Impulsively white daffodils appear. Magnolia trees with purple taste the light before we’ve even ended the old year, before we dream beneath the longest night. The sun withdraws and sucks with it the spark of life in leaves, so liquidambar … Continue reading →