Category Archives: Weather

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 →

At 9 a.m. the sun’s a silver plate suspended in the fog. The air is chill and laden with the saturated weight of hanging water. Distillations fill the spaces in between the blocks and bricks that pave the way I … Continue reading →

In spider season, when the webs are strung across the porch each morning – sticky floss like gossamer against my face among autumnal dawning air – when oak leaves toss with sycamore and bay in gutter pot pourri, it’s then … Continue reading →

Elsewhere, the sun is shining and the men will barbecue this summer afternoon. But here we’re chilly overcast again and even though it’s full tonight, the moon won’t penetrate our evening fog (its glow will be a smudge upon our … Continue reading →

They say we’ll have a wind today. We’ll sit beneath immobile haze between two highs. Your head will ache; you’ll have a coughing fit. And more’s the startle that these facts surprise. Is anyone awake? Why be so shocked to … Continue reading →

Disarming day too beautiful to hold in words or frame within a camera lens, I walk in loveliness today cajoled by nature, stunned beyond the scope of men’s associations, women’s earnest groups. The carat raindrops bead the sculpted trees, and … Continue reading →

The hissing kiss of tires on the street is first announcer that the rain’s begun, and then the runoff fuels the creek to meet the thickened sky that gray surrounds the sun. I witness winddrifts – red and yellow leaves … Continue reading →