Weathering
for Jim*
Equinox is past, yet the wind
blows cold. From a veranda swing
he watches pansies, daisies, snapdragons
color-up his garden; Smoky Mountains
so far distant he cannot see. He hears
the eastbound train echo warning. Rain
tomorrow.
*My late husband was born in the hills of North Carolina. Among his people was a belief that when the air was so calm and clear that the sound of the whistle of a train was amplified and echoed loudly, the sound was a harbinger of rain.
In 1970 Jim moved from North Carolina to SW Washington state. He lived there until his death in 2011, but once in a while he became homesick for his home in the Great Smoky Mountains.
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