My husband's poetry

Category: weather/storms

  • after the snowcalypse haiku

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    Outside my window Sun melts last patches of snow I’m okay with that 1-25-25

  • highway 21

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    racing through the dark lightning strobes the road wipers slap windshield hazard lights ahead pull off the road only nineteen miles to go fear is not my modus operandi I race through the dark an invincible fool weaves through traffic I hope they don’t overreach their skill set and take me with them before the…

  • haiku for a cloudy day

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    he read the morning overcast said continued he crawled back in bed 10-16-23

  • Hosanna chainsaw

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    dog walkers reappear park staff armed with chainsaws clear limbs and damaged trees barometric pressure shoulder pain lessens emails and projects beckon me to come inside and work in the key of longing cicadas sing Hosanna chorus celebrate survival of the storm 8-31-23

  • 400 miles north of landfall

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    before the wind before the rain before the coming storm the wood is strangely quiet Isolated bird calls out, but does not receive an answer on the corner unaware of the approaching flood a dog barks at the fence you walk under the trees wonder which ones won’t be standing tomorrow 8-30-23

  • the Monday after June 29th

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    The woods is strangely Quiet this morning No insect drone Few birds calling from the bush Dog on the corner Barks at anything that moves Maybe it’s the heat Maybe it’s the coming storm Distance owl calls Who? Who? 7-3-23

  • Growing a tree

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    If leaf and root learn to amiably communicate they may understand one another the leaf could gather more light to feed the root and prepare the tree to survive the coming storm and save them all 5-14-23

  • Rain watcher

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    no dog walkers, no tennis players, no rim rattling gamers, birds and leaf blowers have all gone silent tires slap wet pavement, carpets of clouds rub together, static electric tympani rumbles overhead, wet snare drum plays in the trees Carol watches the Weather Channel, I sit on our porch watching the rain, wishing I’d cleaned…

  • Waiting for a pie fight

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    Sunrise 36, rain is forecasted for 10 am. Before buckets fall from atop the door in this Three Stooges movie, you get your walk in. An hour before noon, you peek out the windowblind disappointed that it hasn’t rained. 12-20-22

  • Wood Priest

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    09/29 – meditation morning walk before hurricane storms Carolina shore: temperature drops tree tops talk nervously speak only of summer distant storm unmentioned like soldiers before battle some won’t make it you look around try to remember how they laughed before the storm 9-29-22