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A Soft Spot

A week ago, while reading in my chair,the vernal sunshine beckoned me to startthe ceiling fan, and open to warm airthe door of glass beside me. Looking downI noticed withered bugs or dust motes there.I took a cloth and swept … Continue reading

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Heat & Fire

The photograph’s from April 21st.A morning shot, the blaze remote-controlled.The chill of dawn had thoroughly reversed,and forecasts showed an end to waking cold.A month of Spring had already been tolled,but California’s calendar divertsfrom elsewhere norms – the time has come … Continue reading

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Weird Quiet

The quiet’s weird, when what we have in mindare floods of Spring that flow from snow that nearedor passed recorded history. I findthe quiet’s weird. They plastered pictures when the drifts appeared.The pack’s too deep, but news is deaf and … Continue reading

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Tulips

This crazy rainy season perseveres.It’s falling now, and forecast for next week.But every day the vernal sun appearsuprising earlier, its rays obliqueand strengthening at dawn and dusk, while spearsof daffodils and tulips shoot to seekthe light, their bells on stalks … Continue reading

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Spring Again

Attracted to the winter all my years(perhaps it was that January birth),when chill will stimulate, and dark appearsso often it gives firelight more worth,I can’t ignore the present buds and spearsof vernal growth – renewal on the eartharound. I watch … Continue reading

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Bomb Cyclone

Astounding weather, but it’s not as badas news reports present, for most of us.The fact is even too much rain’s a gladevent. We’ve been sore-dry for years, and thuswe’ll weather weather. Ants can’t drive me mad;while reservoirs recover I won’t … Continue reading

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A Soggy Year

When I was young, I knew when rain would fall.It started late November every year,in earnest, and the next two months were allconsistently precipitating. Clearwas rare – I wore no suede and had to smearwith waterproofing liquids all my boots.This … Continue reading

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Condensation

I boiled water for a nasal rinseand fogged my kitchen windows thoroughly.The garden view is looking wintry since,but spring in fact approaches bloomingly,so pollen irritates me, probably,producing mucus and persistent drainthat coats my throat and chokes phlegmatically,distilling a desire for … Continue reading

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A Sunday in February

Determined as I was to stay inside,I lasted seven hours. Then the suninvited me to walk – not far or wideand nothing even hinting at a run.Suggestion of the coming vernal tidebeguiled me to witness everyoneon sidewalks in my budding … Continue reading

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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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