Gray clouds
gather
in the hollow
of my throat.
I chart
their movement
northwest wind,
barometric drop,
the way lightning
splits
behind my ribs.
Rain arrives
without apology.
I open my hands,
count the drops.
When sun
breaks through,
I don't close
the windows.
I've learned
to read
the sky of myself
each front
moving in,
each clearing after.
The waves
keep coming.
I keep
learning
to swim.
Symphony Of The Trees
By: Miracle Man
September 17, 2020
The northwest wind was like natures symphony,
plucking half naked branches like strings on a Guitar.
From my yard chores, like honking cars in a parade,
Geese flying overhead seize my attention,
as if seeking my permission to fly south.
Or perhaps their braggadocious attitudes are showing
because they’re going,
and I’m left to face coming winter,
and listen to the symphony of the trees.
Brrrrr! its cacaca Cold
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
This wintery night,
Showcases a snowy, horizontal curtain,
Impelled by a frigid northwest wind;
Trees long thought asleep,
Awaken under the snows weighting.
But by sunrise, hush has arrived,
Leaving the snow’s appearance soft,
Like delicate frosting on a cake;
But still ccccold!
A task is seldom too difficult
For a properly prepared mind;
Tom
Wednesday's rain was in a shrouded sheet,
With puddles moving toward the ditches;
But Thursday's forecast brought no repeat,
Oklahoma weather leaves me in stitches.
Thursday starts cloudy but turns to sunny,
With northwest winds and gusts to thirty;
Weather changes make eyes and nose runny,
Like to vacation in the Isle of Cape Verdi.
Today's wind is northerly and bitter cold,
Bringing a chance of snow, though slight;
Even yesterday's seventy was foretold,
But morning's twenty-eight is no delight.
Twixt me and Kansas, not much but fences,
To have slowing effect on this north wind;
I'll say I'm thrilled under false pretenses,
It has its bite when your blood is thinned.
Friday brings with it another high at fifty,
With northwest wind blowing around ten;
Turning south/southeast becoming shifty,
Saturday its back to the northwest again.
For Sunday's weather I have no clue,
May be hot and raining or sleet and snow;
It's too deep for my mind to construe,
Oklahoma weather, one can never know.
If I long for days both calm and sunny,
And today's cold weather seems strange;
I just remember life is so unlike honey,
And wait a short while for it to change.
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