WHERE THE NOR’EASTER FLIES
what is the weather, dear.
oh my! where we last sailed
the Nor’easter flies.
oh my, i’m blown over
my darling, that’s clear.
forgot you’re docked over there.
i’m inhaling (yes i do)
the counterclockwise winds
that are keeping you.
piloting your plane
without delay
spurring you South.
see the heart-shaped clouds
like tobacco smoke
as i slowly exhale.
sorry, honey,
i’ve tipped your coke
on the clumsy stewardess.
she deserved
a black eye
but all is well
now sit back
and enjoy
as i land this plane.
10/10/2019
Categories:
noreaster, travel, weather,
Form: Light Verse
White
Winter
Comes with snow—
Traffic’s banished,
As wind plays the Bridge like a theremin.
September 23, 2019
Categories:
noreaster, snow, weather, winter,
Form: Tetractys
Last night a noreaster passed us by,
So my yellow crocus hopeful though til now shy,
Spread open wide this morn,
Cheering a flower bed otherwise forlorn.
Eager roses bud canes low to ground,
Dared sprout buds above their mulched mounds.
At their feet, sedum cluster new corms
Ignoring dry stems above and threats of more storms.
As nature does tentatively rebound,
My spirits lift from winter doldrums profound.
Now if only my new puppy would not cheerfully shred
My indoor plants that sustain my homestead!
MRT
3-22-18
Categories:
noreaster, nature, spring,
Form: Sonnet
Violette Poem-Nature’s Design
Some folks like cold weather.
Want the warm air, never.
Could have snow forever.
Wintertime kind.
A snowstorm is outside,
covering countrywide.
Go have a fun sleigh ride.
Oh no, Springtime!
It’s called a Noreaster.
So, don’t get spring fever,
nor outdoor plans either.
Nature’s design
Dressed white are trees displayed,
as winds fuss in tirade
howling in serenade.
How nice and fine!
It’s March and you’re housebound
a feeling most profound
with nothing to confound.
Relax. Recline.
Soon it will be summer.
Heat will be a bummer.
Now the snow’s a stunner.
Oh, so sublime!
3/21/18
Categories:
noreaster, snow, storm,
Form: Rhyme
Broken clocks with wooden blocks
And the power is out again.
Cold burning hands lifted up with a little
sacrificial parenthetical nonsense
"Yuletide noreaster winding down"
Of course it will be cold - it always is.
And there will be red numerals flashing
in the morning.
Isaac is having his nightmares again,
Feeling like a tied down goatskin.
maybe it is just that Old Testament slang.
Some say single syllable saliva.
Some say killing time on Mount Moriah.
Now a fifth of gin in the pillowtop linen,
May be worse a sin than to kill kin.
And the blankets are tangled thickets,
The alarm clock is tuned to AM radio.
Categories:
noreaster, analogy,
Form: Blitz