2015 Summer Wonders #24: It’s Raining What?
A big storm blew through town the other day–we’ve had two rainless days in the past two weeks. I’ve heard of it raining cats and dogs. I’ve even heard of it raining men, but this is getting ridiculous.
2015 Summer Wonder #22 :Dancing In The Rain
Not my first rain post, nor my last–summer wonders are far more than happy people in the warm sun, pretty girls in bikinis, convertibles, surf boards, sailing boats etc. Sometimes it rains, and when it rains one has a choice, if lucky, to run for cover or embrace the gift of it. All the best…
2015 Summer Wonder #11 Afternoon Rain
At the trailing edge of a Thunderstorm, the world from my window lush and wild, the sky still booming from the horizon….
Found Winter Photo: Surfing NYC
Found Winter Photo: Michigan Winter Ford
I’ve had this happen before–one of the unexpected benefits of switching to an SUV from a pickup: no shoveling out the bed.
Rainy Morning Meditations
It’s been a good summer, and today is a good day: the outdoor work hanging over my head has been suspended by gentle rains and I woke this morning to discover the low clouds–fog, mist, call it what you will, have confined my visibility–my experience–to a few hundred yards. A gentle wind shakes droplets of…
More Snow Headed To Georgia–Tourism Idea
Not to put too fine a point on it, but another winter storm is casting it’s frosty eye on Atlanta as it blusters it’s way across the south, promising as much as .75 of an inch of snow and a mere 40F as a high temperature–time to run for the grocery store and stock up…
A pencil-stemmed girl Stands fist raised on a table Curses defiance Goblin black stormclouds Enshroud peaks, squash alpenglow Pour, blow, flash hate love. She cackles at the wind Bring it, motherfucker, yes You surly bastards!
Nice To See You Again
Alright, alright, alright–good to be back after a nice Thanksgiving with family. We plunged onto the highways after an overnight ice storm, which was pretty much a relief compared to the furious onslaught of snow, wind, and ice the meteorologists predicted. We kept it slow, had a few iffy spots crossing the ridges (Pennsylvania has…
Clomping Down The Stairs (Winter Love Poem #1)
Clomping down the stairs, No strength to glance back again Steel storm door hissing closed Lug-soled boots bang torden! On the dry pine treads. Yank on a soft scarf, spun around, Teeth crack against teeth Tongues hungry tentacles, Roots seeking soil, It’s snowing hard outside, blowing Sideways, windows clatter Your thigh insisting between mine, Cold…