Category Archives: Weather

Westward at 3

Posted on March 6, 2025 by sputterpub

I walked through campus on the way to BART,avoiding strikers to absorb new greeninstead of chants. Once there, I stood apartfrom others, and rode backwards when the screenannounced an 18 minute wait. My heartat peace, my book in hand, and … Continue reading →

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A Garden Gift

Posted on January 30, 2025 by sputterpub

In transit to the compost bin to tossthe morning coffee grounds, it caught my eye:a harbinger of coming spring, a glossof blooming foliage 12 inches high.I planted neither seed nor shoot acrossthat space between 2 bushes. I could tryidentifying this … Continue reading →

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Kitchen Cave

Posted on January 15, 2025 by sputterpub

I thought I’d hate the windows gone, but nowit’s not so bad. They won’t be long this way.And in the winter chill, the blocks allowa cozy privacy I face each day.I sit with fragrant coffee and I playselected games, with … Continue reading →

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Windfall

Posted on December 20, 2024 by sputterpub

One night last week I thought the wind was rain.The thrum on skylights woke me up at 2.Four hours later, through my window pane,I marveled at the scatter, clutter, strewupon my deck, amid my yard: a slewof naked twigs that … Continue reading →

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Alt Route

Posted on December 12, 2024 by sputterpub

I walked to BART the long way yesterday.I thought I’d stop and purchase something good.The market had low stock, but anywayI sampled senses in the neighborhood.The turning leaves against blue sky held sway;I photographed that color where I stood.Far tastier … Continue reading →

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The Windowless Forecast

Posted on November 29, 2024 by sputterpub

It wasn’t much. The forecast boded ill,but coastal California isn’t sucha hazard with regard to Autumn’s spill.It wasn’t much. When I heed media I’m out of touch.I venture and find air that won’t fulfillthe threats reporters say to ply their … Continue reading →

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Missing Students

Posted on November 21, 2024 by sputterpub

A drizzle seemed to chase the kids away.Traversing campus, there were none about.I snapped the shot proceeding on my wayto Downtown Berkeley, and I found them, shout-ing, socializing where the train tracks lay.But not, it seemed, to travel. They were … Continue reading →

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The Heat is On

Posted on November 5, 2024 by sputterpub

I waited till October 23rdto turn the fire on, addressing chill.The furnace early used to seem absurd;I always did without its warmth untilNovember. But the climate’s getting ill,and older I don’t weather cold for sure.Surrendering to change, adjusting will,my fire … Continue reading →

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Back the Back

Posted on October 27, 2024 by sputterpub

I’m babying my neck and back today(though babies don’t ingest an oval pill).We’re relatively late to bus awayfrom Sydney’s pierage – 10 a.m. untilmid-afternoon, when we may start to sway.They warn a storm will blow and maybe spillsome Nova Scotian … Continue reading →

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Biggish Sky

Posted on August 20, 2024 by sputterpub

I sauntered to the store the other day.I had an afternoon with no requestthat I produce and nothing in my way,and weather coming gently from the west.Deciding I would walk a bit and payfor peaches that in August taste the … Continue reading →

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