Category: weather/storms
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Fecundity
after the storm broken tree leans near path amphibian drone three tone bull frog bass line a pair of mallards, a pair of geese cordon off the pond half grown leaves blossom bright green dogwood crowns edge of woods beneath my feet revelation moss effloresces birds call back and forth I am alive, I am…
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50 degrees
warm winter rain tree frogs sing from our front yard to the back yard to the park and back again unaware a winter storm is coming 1-20-22
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Praenuntius Amphibius
After night falls In the dark They call Over here! Over here! Pick me! Pick me! Before day rises In the dark They call Over here! Over here! Pick me! Pick me! Do they know The forecast calls For stormy weather? A built in weather app Would be nice Deflate larynxes Turn hormonal stew on…
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Dream Sonnet with Invisible Beats
(if you are a form purist, read slowly and add invisible beats in your head) 4 am foggy, storm chases street light halos, uproots forest. Trees, like celery stalks drift slowly overhead, roots dancing free. Daylight comes, two mockingbirds pirouette among pansies, rise up on porch rail, fanned tail and wings show bands of bright…
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After the storm
How many drums would call us to dance or empty bellies amplify strings strung? How many flutes would the artificer hollow or drum sticks ask a blade to shape their soul? How many castanets would kiss flamenco fingers or wood blocks teach beats in grade school? If storm downed trees told chainsaws, quiet I’m not…
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Listening to rain
Between bands of rain you walk A mile in thunder Head home It stops before you’re home You take off shoes Sun comes out Call it a day any way Possibilities anchor you to the porch 11-11-20
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Listening to Thunder as Rain Passes By
at the edge of thirst flowers and trees wait for rain beg to bathe dust from limbs grit from hair rain cares not about desire need or love 8-15-20
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Porch rain
Hot summer day late afternoon rain water flows in street Thunder overhead somewhere a tree is cleaved to ground No matter, how cool you try to be, a flash and crack makes you jump You steal yourself for the next one and hope it doesn’t strike too close 6-30-20
My husband's poetry 