Category Archives: Weather

Square Meal

I chopped and cooked a square meal yesterday.It’s actually enough to serve for four.The sky invited me – it glowered grayand hung the intimation it could pour.No task or errand lured my feet awayfrom making food that’s suitable to store.I … Continue reading

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Cool is Come

The 19th of October was the lasthot day we had this year this near the bay.A month after the equinox had passed,our weather granted autumn chilly sway.We even saw some rain in our forecast.The time has come to pack the … Continue reading

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Pre-Winter Dizain

It’s time to winterize my little home –I should have hired expertise, but failed.Today I’ll list the projects, in this poem,that need to be within near future nailed.Before the western windows are assailedby driving rain, I’ll putty and resealtheir outside … Continue reading

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Prophylaxis

We had some heavy storms last winter here.I took on water under one deck door,and western window trim has softened wherethe rain hit sideways. Underneath my floorI think some puddling water pooled, and more –my eastern wall of brick was … Continue reading

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Stanzas

The poetry won’t always be profoundor inspirational, if daily writ.Epiphanies and insights don’t abound,but there’s no dearth of things appropriateto notice, whether weather or the soundof body politic or intimate.For even when I don’t have much to say,I pen a … Continue reading

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Early in October

A neighbor’s light was on at 4 a.m.,but I stayed in my sheets till nearly 6.An hour later there’s a diademof lampshine from above her, that predictsthe students there are readying to mixwith others in a Monday college class.But still … Continue reading

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Packing Time

The smoke from border fires starts to clear,and soon home skies will let some blue appear.My sinuses react to pollens here,and patience with the kinfolk veers to queer.I have no observations to en-poem.It’s timely to get ready to go home.

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Summer Weather Report

My family in Oregon have friedthis summer, as the Northwest veers to warm.And East Coast relatives have all suppliedcomplaints of smoke and ash from firestorm.But here this year we’re comfortable outside.The weather has been mimicking our norm.The atmosphere is sick. … Continue reading

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On an August Morning

I’ve watched dramatic sunsets now and then,or sky so blue it almost spanks my eyes,a valley dawn that makes me sigh “amen,”and massing clouds portending drought’s demise.I’ve looked above me over and again,assessing what our atmosphere supplies.The view at nearly … Continue reading

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On 17th, in August

I’m not a nudist but I’ve been aroundsome clothing-optional environments:hot tubs, exotic beaches, places foundin wilderness or travel. No offensewas ever offered and I try to groundmy vision, but to me it makes no senseto bare the skin to San … Continue reading

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