Tag Archives: Weather

Ant Skunk Opossum

So far the winter here is crazy wet.Reports about La Niña have gone mute.Like seasons of my youth I don’t forget,the storms arrive in waves from a commuteAlaska sent, Hawaii made. The threatof parked high pressure’s this month destitute.It’s likely … Continue reading

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Rain Check (A Curtal Sonnet)

My brother’s Covid means we must postponethe dinner reservation that we madeto celebrate completion of each speckof year-end office work. We’ll use the phoneinstead of seeing Mom for brunch, and tradegood words for food, and peace for pain in neck(induced … Continue reading

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Minute Invasions (A Pushkin Sonnet)

For several years my gutters were untested.I didn’t have to check the bricks for wet.The drains out front were never storm-congested.But New Year’s weekend was the dampest yet.They call the wave an atmospheric river.The forecasters have managed to deliveran accurate … Continue reading

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Favorable Forecast

The forecast harks to winter long ago.I’m cozy and more rain’s about to start.Like pre-drought January’s past, I’ve nodoubt weather will be wet. I sit apartfrom stress and crowds, and traffic’s softly slow.A front that fizzles out won’t break my … Continue reading

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December in My Shed Office

This month and next the temperature’s as lowas it will be all year, at my address.It isn’t even freezing, but you knowwe aren’t built to weather frostiness.I use a wooden shed to store the messof paper, upright bike, and my … Continue reading

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Umbrella

I bought a new umbrella yesterday.I left the old one in a restaurant.(The rain had stopped – I took it anyway –I walk, and tote whatever I may want.)Selecting portable, and cabernetin hue, although my style’s nonchalant,I wondered why so … Continue reading

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Ant Visit

The tiny ants that visit every yearcan easily be crushed with fingertip.December weather makes them show up here,but I don’t see a trail or find the source.They don’t make me acquire killing gearor poison pots – they’re simply not that … Continue reading

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