Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Weather Aware Day

The meteorologist,
on the news at noon,
says, "It's a day
to stay
weather aware..."
I watch from the porch.
The sky is bone white
and eerily still,
a clean sheet,
a canvas...
Ducks on the creek bank
tuck their beaks
under their wings.
A crow flies over,
silent for a change.
In the distance,
a lawnmower hums, then stops.
Someone thought better of it.
Leaves on the trees wave,
barely revealing their silver undersides.
The hot air closes like a fist,
as summer teeters
from June to July.



















3 comments:

  1. Love this poem! You describe the quiet before the storm so well. How perfect is that ending? You make me wish I'd written this.

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  2. I love the phrases in your poem... the sky is bone white...a crow flies over, silent...summer teeters from June to July... It all adds up to a perfect description.

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  3. We have that same fist-closing hot air right now. We're in the midst of a storm warning and a flash flood watch right now! Hope the day ends with the weather you'd like.

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