I went on a drive to visit the world Through the safety of my dusty car window. I was gone for the length of a typical movie, Looping through foothills, passing bikers, And elevating into the small mountains As motorcycles followed too close behind me. I can report that the earth is coming to lifeContinue reading “Sunday Drive”
It’s clear to me that seasons no longer exist. They only exist as dates on a calendar, marking the passage of time. The rest has faded away to a time and place the planet no longer knows. We’ve had at least five major snow storms in the last two months. It’s autumn, where leaves areContinue reading “Disappeared”
I watch the snowfall for a third time this month.I can’t remember the last time it snowed three times before Halloween.But here I am, watching it float down once more.It stopped snowing in late May,only to return in early October.Is this just a weird year?The new normal?A sign of how climate change has impacted theContinue reading “Winter Arrived in October”
I look out to the west to see the mountains have vanished underneath a blanket of heavy rain clouds. For hours, I wait for the rain to fall. Sometimes, it comes and passes within minutes. Other times, like today, it lingers for hours, teasing its arrival while never actually making its way to the plains.
When the clouds come overhead in the afternoon, remember that all days cannot be sunshine and blue skies. You can’t expect perfection when you know there will be rain. It’s okay, you can’t hear allthe good news you want in one day.
When the sun disappearsbehind a long flowof stratus clouds, winter returns.The fireplace brings us heat on cold nightsin late May.Snow falls twicein two days,blanketing the green grass and melting against the roads remaining warm, contrastingthe winter airlingering in spring.
Spring has arrived along with the remnants of winter.Snow one day, seventy degrees the next.You never know what you’re going to get.The grass is greener as bees flyand house cats beg to come back inside.Days are longer, thoughts are shorter.Everything looks different upon reflection.Awareness changes thoughts and perspective,for once I can look at my interactionsContinue reading “A Poem About Nothing”
(This photo was taken at 6:30pm, 70° F.) 72° F I’m sitting on my back deck, something I rarely do voluntarily these days, catching up on a few New Yorker magazines I’ve been ignoring for too long. It’s early evening, almost 6:00 pm and the warm breeze is blowing. I can feel the end ofContinue reading “The Perfect Temperature”