I am simply amazed at the changes in the weather
Unseasonably warm toward the end of December
We have yet to see a ground covering of snow
It hasn’t been this warm as long as I remember.
Record-breaking, the meteorologists are reporting
I’m thinking it can’t be good for the spreading virus,
When I was young at Christmas, we wanted a sled
Now, warm weather vehicles are more desirous.
I’ve heard rumors the earth is going to flip over
Do you think maybe the seasons are in reversal?
Could it be possible the impossible is coming true?
In July we’ll be having Christmas cantata rehearsal.
One thing’s for sure, we cannot control the weather
I suspect we’ve been trying to fool Mother Nature
By building in the wrong places, we ignore the facts,
Well, I’m not hedging bets on our far-distant future.
written December 24, 2021
Storms
Several soakers rally.
Tremendous rains snow.
Occasional gales scent.
Rare cloudbursts cause.
Many meteorologists meander.
Seasonal winsome sky.
11/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
he is like the weather, inconsistent and unpredictable.
and we're like meteorologists,
always trying to predict when the rain will come and go.
but the truth is we don't know.
sometimes there's not a cloud in the sky yet the rain still falls.
Nature’s beauty gives way to many scientificologists.
The ecosystem expert are our parasitic ecologists.
A baby deer might get corn from wildlife biologists.
Tree studiers are foresters, but why not forestologists?
Limnologists use a special car on water to study lakes.
Meteorologists study and predict weather for all our sakes.
The ones with whom I have the most in common are archeologists.
My second choice would be the dinosaur bone experts, the paleontologists.
They color the map —
meteorologists with
their colored pencils
7/13/2019
I forecast: anticyclone set, unmoving
The descending air evaporates and dries
Over Wales and England weather is improving
We predict a full eight eighths of cloudless skies
Or in other words our God had blessed the land
In the field the grass transforms to flaxen chrome
Deep green the oaks surround in margin stand
Bearing up a perfect cerulean dome
On the lake the isle floats on its own reflection
Heron measures steps and swan flotilla glides
The stillness of a painted scene retention
Thus the image ever in our minds resides
Meteorologists may tell what future holds
I will bless the present image that unfolds
My cupboards are stacked with provisions,
six flavours of soup, plus baked beans,
thick socks and thick shirts for this amber alert
though I am not quite sure what that means.
The torch has got spare sets of batteries,
saucepans, jugs and the bath are all full,
emergency flares, logs stacked under the stairs
and Long Johns made from Alpaca wool.
I'm in bed beneath several blankets,
and trying to get off to sleep,
but it really is hard when I know in the yard
that the snow there is two inches deep.
( 'The Beast from the East' is the name that the meteorologists and the
media have given to the current cold front sweeping in from Siberia)
Close on the leatherneck well booted, high healed stormy, clip clop,
sans well fashioned faux shod Harvey didst stomp with heavy drop
ping like a furious ogre, and before classes even started
this early September 2017 nature maid maelstrom bid adieu
akin to movements indicative of fiendish flip flop
“he” (as if one could identify gender of said huffing puffing Hurricane,
gave the coast an unforgettable pan hand dilly sock hop
wrought desolation visa vis master card –
carrying uprooted trees like footballs, where whoosh of fury didst lop
many complex edifices plus stately trunked vaunted trees
felled like overworked mop
add where tongue shaped swath comprising Texas got cow licked –
or rather a major pop as if punched from boxing competitor
(already down for the doll finned count)
Hurricane Harvey continued to pounce without letup, and refused to stop
spilling profuse water until the steep pulled tippy top
of many tall buildings barely visible accompanying soundtrack mix
included the Furies of Agamemnon concomitant with ruthless
banshees, daemons, fable come to life monsters
performing corrupt version of do wop.
Dust and sand move speedily up the sky,
As clouds darkened and threatened with great sound
Legs run,wind blows and swallows set to fly,
Tree branches bend and shed their leaves on ground,
Sky opens that farmers need not to cry,
Floods sweep across, toads mate;fries dance around,
Cool air flows through rooms to make heat to drop,
Hawkers and beggars pray for rain to stop,
Dirt from the roofs and plants are wash away,
The poor now collect aqua which they lack,
Meteorologists have nothing to say,
Vehicles with leaking roofs have to pack,
As drains need to be cleared without delay,
Ocean threatens at beach as waves attack,
While desert shouts for this season to last ,
Soil is now soft and hardness in the past .
8-31-2017
A porcelain side-plate slipped between my fingers,
and fell by its blade on the bare floor;
it didn't break!
Meteorologists had said a dry-spell would last
for almost a quarter year in our country;
it is raining currently!
My cellphone fell into a bucket filled with water.
It still works!
It took me almost two years to publish my book,
as I searched for affordable publishers.
Now I have two books published for free!
I had lost hope in relationships, and planned
to live in single-hood for life;
now I have my soulmate!
More miracles are on the way in my life..............!!
Fifty foot waves cradled the old wooden boat
A doomed speck held on ocean gale breath
About to become splinters at any moment
Hurricane forces understand fragility
A chance for destruction is an option
Two bearded men tumble about on deck
Exchange stories about death
While going over board
Fishing expeditions are unpredictable
Meteorologists called for a fifty percent chance of rain
heavy legs cannot tell a lie
yellow spots with wings reveal the most truth
visions of black has a punch that can knock you back into reality
when the hand is in a toilet stool full of soggy wet used toilet paper, rock bottom feels like pebbles with incurable toothaches
icicles on eyelashes are the most accurate meteorologists
sweat stained shredded pillows are the pillars of an insomniac community
red devil moons seduce like temptation on angel dust
when a toboggan is over the feet as a wool blanket podiatrist, rock bottom feels like endlessness stopping for lunch but still in motion
heavyweight windstorm powerwalks expose stubborn tears
picnic table graffiti nothingness removes the veil
spinning clock lifestyle shows an age rapidly receding
when the triple layers plastic bag is at its full capacity, rock bottom feels like exactly what it is....rock bottom....
It was a little after nine at night
when the thunder and lightning interrupted my concentration,
and the television program I was watching
became second best
as the rain pounded against the roof of my house.
After I went to sleep a second storm woke me up.
The thunder sounded like a giant fist
pounding against the wall of my house,
and the lightning made my bedroom glow in the dark,
and the rain drops made a flood in my yard.
That’s when my thinking started to make a lot of racket.
I thought about the difference between watches and warnings,
and thunderstorms that woke people up in the middle of the night,
and flash floods that killed people’s houses,
and tornadoes that blew away towns,
and the hurricanes that melted the beaches,
and snow storms that closed all the roads;
and realized that Mother Nature was in charge of the climate
but the meteorologists were in charge of what we dream about
right before the weather wakes us up in the middle of the night.