Category Archives: Weather

Gauge

Regardless of the calendar, I thinkthat spring begins when I hear sprinklers spray.The system’s set to let the garden drink3 times a week, and as of yesterday,its switch is flipped to operate the wayintended: early morning; minutes – 10.If winter’s … Continue reading

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Anticipating Serenity

The one event that’s calendared todayis lunch with a companion dear to me.The weather’s soft and vernal – insects playin blossoms – through my window all I seelooks healthy, clean and stirring in the swayof breeze. Before and after lunch, … Continue reading

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The Thrumming Din

The thrumming din of rain enchants my ear;it almost makes me want a roof of tin.I turn the TV down, so I can hearthe thrumming din. I scan the forecast – when will it begin?I scrutinize for dark the atmosphere.I … Continue reading

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Look What’s Leafing

Although we’ve changed the clocks, and daffodilsamid new tulips spice the yards nearby,and morning birds greet sunrise with their trills,and former dormant insects start to fly,the sight that tokens springtime to my eye,impressing and engendering beliefrenewal isn’t dead, is how … Continue reading

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Deckoration

Between my room and office spans a deck.Above it looms a eucalyptus treethat often drops its leaves and leaves a wreckat times with sap and seeds or twig debris.But not till last week did I ever seea limb so large … Continue reading

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Prunus

I woke to petals scattered on the deck,and raised my gaze to note the floweringthat seemed to open overnight – each specka sign that still surprises every spring,a harbinger of fruit the weeks will bringthat only birds and squirrels want … Continue reading

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Intermittent Storms

It’s difficult anticipating sunwhen clouds are low and rain is pelting down.It seems like storming will forever stunthe limbs from trees and make the seedlings drown.But comes the clearing when the squall is done,with azure sky and sunshine like a … Continue reading

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Detritus

The storms last week were not as scary hereas forecasters announced they’d likely be.I’m sure they’re right about the atmosphere,the power outages, accounts of treecollapse, but individuals appearless devastated than reports. It’s clearI’d better trust what I can hear and … Continue reading

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Winter Sky

The fact is, we don’t have a big sky here.The ocean ferries clouds and overcast,and though our air is generally clear,we don’t see starscapes like the prairies, grassedand landlocked. We are graced with atmosphereof moist and breezy, line-of-sight not vast.But … Continue reading

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Returning Plan

The ice is still persistently around,but possibly diminished overnight.It’s milk-glass sheets of white upon the ground,and sparkles golden when the sunset lightilluminates tree branches, glitter-bright,inviting eye and camera lens. Some rainis forecasted to cause a melt. That mightafford a way … Continue reading

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